Films of piano wire naked fine

hair flows down my leg

as the traveler's honey flows

I drive         body comes     through the film

Smoke rising to the floor

Movies projected against the horizon

Films against my ass

The skin crawling from the inside

up my guts but

like paper          soft piano        clouds

Soft piano!           Take a bite!

We're not pawns  We're not tools

We're not veins pouring a woman's veins

back to the brain!

But you drip rain

           smelling like the love of

breasts on film

                        diving into

                                           our stars

                                           The stars are all