33.

Dear Sugary Figure, making my
eyes smile with the
sweetness of your stance, your
face arrangement, your tighty
whiteys, your karate bow
making my skin melt like
butter, simmering cream
baby, is me pouring into
your mouth - my hip is a
straw drink me, my hands
are spoons digging in, my
vagina is an oven,
let us
bake there

32.

I try to lick myself invisible
in the creek cavern on campus
naked blue statue, pass through
hanging leaves
slip down mud hill
by the water I
breathe fire
hot
dizzy spinny beauty
turny blurry water movement
I dip my toes in
an old man white beard nearby
still, not visible to any authority
creek comrades
not wanna be seen
just setting smoke
wrapping threads
around trees.