let's just hang around here,
like a gun for hire
waitin' for high noon
with twin pistols of lust.

if we just stare at another
soon the bubbles start
and a touch begins bumps
of expected excitement.

warm shivers start and stop,
only to arrive again
bringing beads of saline
to life and taste.

colors with no names
fill our mind's palate
as we are one with each
and enjoy our somewhere.

08/08/2005