#19 my things

i've always had a thing for necks

and collarbones, red hair,

the arch of feet and the shape of toes,
aching soulful singers, poets floating in a cloud,

great intellects that excite and invite, a touch like silk,

a passion unswayed by emotion

or the presence of interesting people

no one's going to run off 

with all of my things

not all at once

i'll be feasting on the delicious many

and opening up to be feasted upon
in a reciprocal sustainable delight,
another one of my things,

for whatever remains of this life


ok one more sardonic haiku...

irreverence is
a virtue, see between blind
faith and chastity