For Sydney

"what we have, girl, is tantric...lapiz lazuli...
even though i've never seen your face.

what we have is the envy of the ignorant observers who know nothing of the chains that keep me bound to you.

what we have is hypnotic, baby.
sweet words


floetry


word junkies
flow flunkies,

you're the monkey on my back.



i taste you


smell

feel you

from within and afar.

embraced, mauled.


cursed

and kissed by you,

when you're not being demanding


or coy."