Poker Star

It's nightand a numbered beautylapses at the wind, chortles with the branches of a tree, giggles, plays shadow dancewith a dead kite, cajoles affectionfrom falling leaves

Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but too many times she slept like a mechanical deer in my caresses, and I ached in the metal silence of her dreams.

SS OR UT NG

I walked across the park to the fever monument. It was in the center of a glass square surrounded by red flowers and fountains. The monument was in the shape of a sea horse and the plaque We got hot and died.

The sweet juices of your mouthare like castles bathed in honey. I've never had it done so gently before. You have put a circle of castlesaround my penis and you swirl themlike sunlight on the wings of birds.

The petals of the vagina unfoldlike Christopher Columbustaking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautifulthan the bow of a shiptouching a new world?

Forsaken, fucking in the cold, eating each other, lost runny noses, complaining all the time like so many people that we know

I like to think (andthe sooner the better!)of a cybernetic meadowwhere mammals and computerslive together in mutuallyprogramming harmonylike pure watertouching clear sky. I like to think(right now, please!)of a cybernetic forestfilled with…