Based On the Pictures We Will Make Together v.03

Your book is bigger
than my stomach's face

weave smirking innuendos
keypunch expectations

uncross your hands
for the horny, horny camera

in the summertime
in the golden time

now 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

Attach more pix, txt it:
it isn't wrong

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

late afternoon, sunlight slant
pulse of speculation

take your hands from there
put them into here

I wish I could use my tongue
to find your moon