for HH

ROAR in Reds
and Cobalt blues.

Your pastels are
    Fire for no one.
Do not run from my
    Skin.

Run with Wolves
       with me.

Smeared chocolate Cake
     and fluttering monies like
     escaped Prisoners from his pockets.
Handprint sears its
     memory into my leg.

I would probably try
     Anything.

Pelvis. Move
                     from here.

I should not be so
     easily discarded.

fantasies. Hormones.
     Who needs instruction
     regarding Woman?


Connect. Read.
     Banish illiteracy or speak
     not at all.

just Silence
     touch, exchange.