She told me that She liked my old school shit
                       words that came thru in a cool sexy voice
bringing a bright blue light into my dark world
                       and from there . . .  I never had a choice
 
all my curious stares into a tear drop eye
                       after erotic writings that echoed on so sweet
the thrill of following little green arrows 
                       to our own little quiet place to meet

sometimes for juicy peaches at poetry picnics
                       on sunshine Sundays                    
butterfly kisses to long loving laughs
                       smiles on middle finger Mondays

Nights that tingle so intensely
                       in blushing dreams of Wax
Her electro-erotic touch
                       holding me thru the warm slow climax

of feelings so blissful
                       a deep desire too true
for my Midnight Mistress
                       my Babydoll in Blue

my Dreamgirl in Purple
                       my future Wife in White ? . . .
I think of that and smile
                       then whisper . . . some sacred night

when Our secret garden blooms forever
                       with a million magnificent flowers
protected by the Heartsong She sings
                       and many other amazing powers

and when We make love to barbarian melodies
                        on a Honeyglide kind of  honeymoon
' Remember ' . . . 
                        Our rhythm makes it's own immortal tune 

played only for the most Beautiful Princess
                        and Her Gallant Knight

no longer jaded, no longer fallen
                        for there is no darkness in Forever's Blue Light . . .