LIVING THE LOVE (SIMPLE TOUCH) ❋ Christian Brun Del Re

alive – falling

collecting lovers

my picassoed-easter-eggs

with a lofty egg carton – fostering infinite decks

like summer time big blu (house) patio

a pop-up picture book

or a fat box of cigarettes

you gave us a dream to chew

you the stranger i kissed in the hammock

salad-the red carpets – premiering the dawn of new

you approaching from the moon with a way-too-long-of-a-joint

me “awhhhh i can’t say no to you” & those eyes of yours

that announced me the end of a twenty-three-year-long-solar-eclipse

& me-grass locked mixing my hair (uni-lock) with the wet beard of

nova scotia

my body
nappy – flacid

cylindrical cooked spaghetti

meat balls
napping

as you scruffled off

home ward / purple-van-ward bound

through the dim lighted beats

of the greatfully dedicated sound system

i said @ you….”one day

i will find you

& i will make love to you”
i did find you one day – a month later – 8 provinces away

& i, — fully fulfilled then by the PHALLUS of SELF

head first uncircumcised — naïve

I, phallic-I! solo traveling – exploring – conquering bridges

& sunset boulevard & the red wood forest

FUCKING THE UNIVERSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

with virgin road-eyes

& the california piers
i satisfied – had an eye for you

& after a hug

the tank filled

plenty

its not coitus your hunting always

the hunger of coitus – actually the thirst of touch

simple touch

not much

needed

we, coast-to-coast kings

chomping celebratory hookah
victory of our pocketed turf & friends

settlement on the heavenly shores

of the undying lands
BC
rejoicing

living the love
dreamt by a billion souls

☽ ☼ $$$ ☼ ☾