She asked Me, "WHAT do you mean I'm 'Hot'?"...((poetry))

".......i want to strip you to the nude, lay you back comfortably across the glass, and then press down the weight of my sights atop you with the most microscopic precision. discover what they never did, Unearth the Edens you never knew lie in your garden. Let my scope fill to full with the depths of you. My vision is penetrating to the impurities, my pupils presently head nodding like its hiphop to the palpitations..... of what I've discovered is where you harbor all the love I've lay awake imagining you showering me with on countless nights of insomnia-induced imaginings seen through a sourly sweet scent of something nature-al and thick......Yours is the figurative light-house in the proverbial fog.. Too obvious, so I see yours being the forest fire burning down the nests of sparrows, and the fox dens alike, through the dark of a moonless night. And no matter where I stand in this city of 'thems' i can always look over their over-coated shoulders and caps to find You.. glowing......." ...is what i wanted to say when she asked Me, "WHAT do you mean I'm 'Hot'?"

-DV

Written 9:29 on October 18th...