somewhere in griffith park

the purest of all pleasures
are the ones derived from a very simple set of criteria
like the same things
want the same things
always go the uncertain mile of knowledge bereft
respect everyones boundaries
be happy with every
speck
lick
slather and
slither of love on any level
everything is an effort
and a reward if you say so than nipples it is
know that car backseats are still cool
know that hotels just make it dirty no matter the bed per night rate
on your living room floor with a e-bay vhs cassette recorder
taking digital pictures of orifice violations
degradation of sexual prime getting off on sexual second place
more soap
more leather
more silken hair that smells
like silken soft lights of reflection in black
a black from the violent squid's violet purple
that shimmered back into black like old man cash had done and
then there were done
then you find out all of them gone
all of them missing forgetting
all that see dive into sex devour
the flesh get off one and all bind flesh
all to flesh
all through the rain
hath come light