Chasing rain drops into sex dreams..

Yes, it begins.

For the butterfly rock

Into the jungles famousness

In vines undressed hand stretched

As an infinite touch begins

To hold tight in the planet

In turbulent green

I feel you.

As to be to dream most heavenly

When heavy sleeping is in process

Memories reveal my magical world

And life through windows

Into the imagination

And life moves onwards

Pumping with life's hidden wonders

I still love you!

Winter comes.

What purple pleasure is waiting

To hide within and stare with out

Is still murky gray walls

Fading from sorrows caverns

Ways

Down the stairs in dreary glowing

stones

As to throw yourself across rooms

Funny is it not

The sounds of tempers

The colors rot

Lips crease from use

Drinks fallen with confused

People

Standing at a door

Never more.