I gave you my heart
My inexperienced
Longing heart
Because you pulled me
Like innocence
And still
I’m dangling in mid air
So grand in your suggestion
I wanted to put my hands all over your sculptured surface
Your man hair
My own private map
Was it a dream?
My fingers
Dripped down your face
On your lips
Inside your mouth
Where I could feel your burnt orange desire
Moist
No dream
- Ramon Te Wake