I dance through the colors of the forest
leaves falling and I stand calling...
Who there?
Who wasn't it for, to be there?
Who was loving the day before I did?
Walk out of this lost forest, before it loses me.

I ran through thoughts of color today
Naked, all but my socks on.
Colors were the inspiring thoughts,
this day, with whiskey in my gut
and if I had the ability to have a hard on,
it would have to be a colored, purple with a red fringe, clitoris climax.
Take it as it is...
Take it for who I am....
Take it or don't....
Choice is the ultimate word, after all.


Birthmarked at the beginning, was a horrific experience. She walked throughout the night trying to hide her purple, with a red fringe birthmark. To her it resembled a republican, to anyone else it resembled a clitoris climax. If she was a smart one she would choose the later.