Sex for you
was thread
which binds
us even now
on this pale
planet.
To the poet & cover-girl,
photo and color,
to armys that join,
out on a desert,
& to samson
& all his
generals
bound quiet
now w/exotic
arch-angels
of dusk, in
Sumarian
& N. Afircan
slumbers.
The bazaar is crowded
as dancers thrive.
Snake-wreaths & pleasures.
I take you to a low cave
called "Calipah".
~Jim Morison~
