Saturday, 25 December 2010

DeAd SAnTa - My SpIRTs Feliz Navidad


Stove is boiling of fire
Taste of the limited sun vibrations
Santa is dead in the sand
Feathers in the wind           
Smells of a holiday desire
Slay is stuck in a wave


Sand between my boots
Noses rub, sun set
Sipping through
Whisper In
Laugh giggle exploding again
A purr upon my heart

Cherry Pie dripping
Red stained lips
Come back, bring out
The red magician’s top hat

Legs are smooth
Egg, cream, rum, and spice
Coffee drips on a tongues desire
Grabbing and holding
Fingers rip and tear


Steam in winter’s dark black night
As fire sends flame through the chimney top
Love moves the melody through the air
Smile as skin dashes through a door
Smell of perfume, a bubble bath
Popping thrills down the drain

Press and push the grab bag bang
Naked images in
Red and Greens
Black and Whites
Stilettos moving left to right

Tick tock click clock
Twist tangle tear us apart
Newspapers stain and torn
Sounds of a jingle the day is old
Dark as night out of  our mind and out with sight

bY:M