Muscle Poems

Adam Warm Hands,

My naked whims

Shoot through your ethereal mind.

Lying in the wood

We do a life rewind.

We summon Devas

To feed our feet

With Mother’s balanced guide.

Some dreams rip right open,

So I’m coming from behind

To whispher chanted prayers to OOnagh,

To bid you sacred time.

The elvins and the fairies

Bid you their protect.

I send you my naked love

With nothing to expect.

For you a holy offering

Given with respect.

For me, a lovely opening

I hope you will accept.