Stoked

wrapped tight

into your frame

sweet-soul-bird feather shed

pecks my neck slowly

"And you are being so,"

< kind > and < nice >

my mind talks in circles

circles and circles

and "oh..."

contract < consume > 

for the love of God!

even though I'm pretty sure there isn't one at the moment

ignite 

this

siren's 

screeching 

blue 

hiss!!

< would you fucking please already!! >

just the smallest scrape of match

barely a whispered tongue blaze

this whole place 
is about to go up in flames

When I loved

Love is overrated

stagnated

sit you ate

crave the chase

flooding faster

give me face

bait the master

to pull sate

x-tra, x-tra rated

manipulated

the very way I hated

when I loved

Beautiful

flashes of stark raving vulnerability
pulse through my plastic view-finder

face in warm sunlight, I see
delicate inter-twists of faith
weave through random frames,

someone touches me and they are

good god, oh, so beautiful

and my bumbling turbulent social intercourse
makes for good-hearted track laughter
all coming

at the expense
of a tender outreach

this bird's existence
is no longer
the ugly butt of a beautiful joke

the click-click of the view-finder's whisper glimpse -

a future glow, 

caterpillars and butterflies,

click click

my self 
now reaching, making something 
beautiful become of

click click

me