Parted lips breathing

Heated tea and the complex

Flavor combinations of

Sweet alcoholic Spanish red wine

Communicating passion

For love, for lust, for

Want of my young female body

Creamy skin on satin Italian flesh

Soft on smooth

Parted lips breathing

Whispers of revolution onto my neck

Lullabies of antiestablishment onto

My back

Dreams of chaos into my

Hair

Mingled with

Hair

-Spent hours pulling it off of my skin

Today-

Parted lips communicating

The oxygen of freethinking

The carbon dioxide,

The carbon copies of CrimethInc publications

And warm, fresh-printed pages

Of prison poetry

I have felt the kiss

Of the anarchist

Stirring unknown desires and passions

Eliciting explicit empirical pastimes

Fulfilling societal taboos

Erasing the disinclination for abandon

I discovered treasures in dumpsters

Snapdragons devouring any disgust

I may have felt,

Were it not for that romantic find...

Flowers and fresh ideals

Food and free reign of the imagination.