Manifesto

In the spring sun I'd make you scream syllables sweetly,

or if you prefer, whisper discreetly

how deeply in love and in you you want to keep me.

You see im mentally into every inch of you;

the soft skin and soul that attracted my pen to you.

Its sexy that sex isnt a sin to you, so lets begin to do

what we were sent to do, are meant to do.

And if that dont include the physical, so be it.

If youve previously conceded been mistreated,

left bleeding, we can speak then, I offer treatment, sweetness,

for ive had my feet wet and ive seen that to speak of the worst

is to clean the wounds that cut the deepest.

I surrender silently my secrets, evoke a holiness to

erode the phoniness know to infect the breast of the most beautiful.

I teach in joy in lust physical prose most wonderous.

So sleep and rest, count sheep, undress memories tenderly

then gingerly seat them next to me. I treat them gently,

percieve them mentally, and wont retreat

till every negative energy depletes completely.

6/09