Beats on different sets of drums, 
our conclusions sound diverse. 

Butterflies in the veins of trees,
my teeth are holding kaleidoscopes 
of desire 

and are only able to see the future 
in certain degrees of relativity. 

My mouth is 
a cinnamon challenge and 
i want you to try and swallow me 
and choke in the process. 

Your eyelashes 
are like S curves.

On the nights when they 
kiss my cheeks 
i project images of dim candles and 
newspaper clippings on the wall 
behind you. 

Sometimes, my spine 
is an umbrella and 
your lips are like the rain. 

I am soaking with your intensity– 
part of me doesn’t want you, 

but another realizes that 
you give me a purpose. 

Seashells for fingertips 
turn into castanets 
and then we are dancing 

and laughing across a floor 
of hypothetical memories 
and stories written in cursive. 

I see that spot below your ear, 
tucked away high and 
shy in your anatomy, 
as a shivering peacock. 

All i want to do is nuzzle my 
oral experience over its 
sensitivity. 

I want you to cry out 
and pant with intensity. 

I want you to be so delirious
that all of your writing after this point 
is small in order to fit more 

of how you’re feeling on the page, 
a new kind of barely legible 
shall be born in your journal. 

But i know you have work 
in the morning and society is rather 
hawk eyed so 

you’ve told me to control myself, 
turn my mouth azure with lust 
(the hottest color). 

(Sometimes)
i wish i didn’t have this mouth 
or this general body.

(Somedays)
i wish i could calibrate 
myself into a new list 
of wants and needs. 

This is what i have though 
and in that way
i have found 

things that 
i like. 

On days when 
i feel the languidness 
of Truth, 

i be & come 
warm honey. 

Silky sensuality 
seriously sun kissed 
and curious about 

being
 swallowed. 

Curious about 
tracing your throat. 

Curious about 
covering you. 

Curious about 
re: Birth. 

A phoenix crafted by the 
luminescence of bees,

or 
did you not know 
that flowers 

are 
the same things 
as pelvises– 

alters 
to the 
divine
 
asking 
for positive energy 
from the universe, 

worship 

to make you 
clarity*
& 
transform.

Personal Enrichment Nights (PEN): (Sep 25th, 2013 7:49:37 pm) 

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If this is Mania, then this must be a high that many others seem to enjoy. There’s bitters and sweets with that. But, some of the best foods and drinks are complex like that. To/For the poem above, I say hhhhnnnngggghhh or something like that– I hope for the elements to cum…

I mean come into fullness of effect in side of you. Whatever that even means– We need some Captain Planet and the Planeteers up in this &&&&&– but we not here to inherently remix childhood cartoons.

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November , 2021

Pronouns: She + They + Family

Mxs. Isa Lee Love Jones René

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