She permeates my days
with a clumsy grace
her trickling easy
laughter
Licking Buddha’s belly
her salty flesh
my One desire
Our foreheads pressed
together
looking 3rd-eye to 3rd-eye
breathing one another’s breath
Poetry and Whatnot from The Earl of Monte
She permeates my days
with a clumsy grace
her trickling easy
laughter
Licking Buddha’s belly
her salty flesh
my One desire
Our foreheads pressed
together
looking 3rd-eye to 3rd-eye
breathing one another’s breath