Mirror's disposition creates the day's condition;
determines my position. What shall I be today?
Over the bath; bra on the floor wet cascades,
soapy river bubbles spuming path the tub, the bath.
Panties sheer, stretch the soft shape as she rears
on squatted legs -barbie long; chasm crescent crack
dinosaur back, bent hair flung, slack...
rinse water, spumy drain. Turban towel, body rain
fills her chamber's foggy reign.
I'm free to be what I can
everything to every man
Existence delight, mysterious bright
as her soft ass stretches nylon light
diaphanous reflections iridescence tight
veiling her intimacy provoking my curiosity
to know even more her secrets

with no regrets I imagine this
shaving my face a practice smile
got to see some people a while.

But i'll be back.
Black crescent crack creasing my condition
cusped forever distorted rendition;
while the mirror's intuition, refracts her disposition warped foggy speculation. Wondrous creation wrought this situation
this contemplation, distraction's
imagination -her vision's ablation at her tub.
Mystery track of my train. Let me explain!
Yesterday, of thought, plasticity had wrought
this vision caught in path of least resistance that
bursting bubbles sought as stream of thought
piston hub neuronic train connecting once again
taut breasts contracted nippling buds
chilled out of showery rain warmly down silver drain
o'er glorious crown yellow mane
Angel, goddess, woman it's the same;
Body rain, turban'd toweled stepping out shiny tall ballet mien.
Step softly on my brain. Alejandra is her name.

She leaves the mirror foggy.
My mind so groggy.
From ceramic throne to shower I have gone.
Why can't she hang her undies with her other sundries
there upon her shelf? I guess i'm getting grumpy
Must I do everything myself? It's half past eight; almost late.
Straight downtown --gotta deal goin' down and now
i'm playing with her gowns. Can't she tidy-up around?

Sleeping there yellow hair sweetly tossed on feathers bare
one breast rising air soars the peaked nipple milky fare
colostrum first sucked baby there.

Where's my wallet? Combed my hair.

Traffic's nasty everywhere. I'll cut across the fountain square.
Parked my mini just in time. Hope that is a lucky sign.
Waiter bring another round celebrate our business sound.

By now she's putting coffee on.
Redlights stop me wait to go.
She just turned on the radio.
Swaying hips, ass below
Dancing to her favorite song.
Yellow flashing green to go.
Yellow hair bobs to and fro.
Girls just want to have fun.
Alejandra's one. Playing in the sun.
Windy clouds stampeding run.

Crossing streets people go and people come.
City driving is no fun. Never did and never want to hit no one.

So tender is the night
Out to take a bite then a drink or two
Durty Nelly's for an Irish brew, good music too.
A change will do gliding through flying dreams,
coming true. Love is her creation. Street lamp ion light, but
the moon is new. Back to her house walking two
crossing streets to the park. Benches sitting in the dark.
Speaking slow; people come and people go.
Michaelangelo designed the fountain's flow. Sweetly tender so.