Based On the Pictures We Will Make Together v.02

Your book is bigger
than my stomach's face

weave smirking innuendos
keypunch expectations

uncross your hands this way
for the horny, horny camera

in the summertime
in the golden time
now it's wintertime

body sheen talk
knowingly scares them off, those teens

the valley behind us
punched out Lite-Brites™

when you first thought it
we thought it together
in the near dark

Attach more pix
txt it:
it isn't wrong

my itchy piccolo's gettin' juiced up
in this mind, in my pants

late afternoon, sunlight slanted
pulsing speculation

take your hands from there
put them into here
in this cool blue dark new

I wish I could use my tongue
to find your moon