Saturday, March 8, 2008


freedom is a gift
tissue-wrapped in tortilla-chipped tangy sauce
as tender as the inner veins of a peach skin.

freedom is a promise
to share with plenty –
naked parties in my vena cava
gyrating card games in the hallway
letting the red hearts fall where they may.

freedom is an invitation
a candle-lit doorway to a rhythmic explosion
an overspill of a closest information
as breezy as a coor's light sensation
and equally breathy…

all of us whispering life secrets
as we take one more shot of liquory fire,
freedom unwraps our presents:
slowly, escapes
our stories, tits, pleasures,

note: this is purely fictional! I have not partaken in any nude parties. ever.

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