I listen intently to hear myself inside.
Instinct will guide the way they say.
Trust in my intuition - trust.
Rely on inner truth and beauty.
I seek my unique, personal vision within.
I am inspired, enlightened,
emotionally alive.
I am fully developed and ripe
to pick. I offer myself sincerely.
I am creation, illumination,
true worth. Look here; I am grace.
I approach each situation
with expertise and efficiency.
I am the prize. I hone the edge.
I serve stability and structure
on pretty paper doilies.
I grant freedom, fortune
and fame. I pinch the crease. I fulfill
the images of wildest dreams.
I dry torrents of tears on my back.
I lick the wrinkle. I suck the galaxy up
between my tingling thighs
and spit it back in the gutter.
I am the exotic, erotic exposure
of negatives. I bleed through my skin like sweat.
I fly over hungry heads through breathless brains.
I am so alive I could scream and scream.
I primly zipper trousers. I taste burning
wants on my fingertips.
I can have. I can handle.
I can hold.

*San Francisco Salvo; November 1998 *Mind Fire Poetry Journal, Vol. 2, Iss. #12; December 1998 *Thunder Sandwich #6; January 1999 *Pogonip; January 1999 *Little Read Writer’s Hood; January 1999

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