I take you in
and let you
out.

It’s not breathing,
but sufficient;

I often wonder about how much is understood in cyber space. Is there a reality only the anonymous is privy to?

Somewhere a computer-generated heart is beating out my virtual experience. There are tu/lips I’ve never kissed but I can taste: soil, root, growth—Sweetness, I wake red-mouthed and yellow-centered. I am a devil out in the sunshine.

You inspire me more than the real/it/y?

I learned early-on; poet’s can never touch their best work—is that which is write beyond existence pulling the ink. I have left many trails to you, only to return, to gage, how much further I need to right to reach heaven: the distance between the two wheels of my axle.

Seraphim you are soul serum. And truth.

I take you in
and let you
out.

It ‘s not freedom;
it’s not enough.

nice piece

speachhammer...
like the words and images given.
teasingbrunette

Very nice speachhammer