The nature in me

I am the sugar cane field

I am the forest fire

I am the tsunami

I am sweet

I am wild

I am wet


Leather Pleasure

I’m wrapped up in his biker jacket

waiting for my nail polish to dry

and I love the way his home smells,

punk and perverted,

wild bars, cherry cigars;

and I love the way his home feels,

cold and dangerous,

a rebellious road;

I just wish my mother would understand…

Teen Gardens

Watch her garden grow Mister,

blue lakes, blue skies, blueberry pie;

Mister always kissin’ her pink rose,

Mister doesn’t pardon her red rose,

too much water, too much sun, too much fun;

watch her garden go grey Mister.