Way Shower Woman Dream

"You're in!" she said

classroom choked with student artists

my charcoals make love to the paper

my eyes trace the model's body

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Karen later comes over, admires her naked beauty gracing my huge paper

the next week, Alex is the model

his body dressed in shadows

dude's back is always to me as he drops his pants

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I do not focus on his penis

I focus on his entire body

guess who made love to me in my dreams

Way Shower Woman embraces me

her hands caress my breasts

her tongue traces my ears

her fingers dance upon my face

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my MILF hand grabs some memory of a young dude's penis

my dreams crash and sing like atoms at an atomic orgy

the classroom is much bigger

it slopes like a theater

my drawings from that class rocket me to fame

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charcoal naked bodies and clothed figures

of friends and chosen family

and memories of lovers past and to come (cum?)

grace the pages

the Beatles grin their way from my Rolling Stone Memory magazine

I spent food money on the Fab Four

John Lennon and George Harrison watch me from Heaven

applauding mightily and loving me all the way through....

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Way Shower Woman has that lesbian vibe

my gaydar is very very good

I have not yet made love to a woman in "real life"

I have made love to many women in my dreams

Lovesong to Michael and Maui! or, the 1st Psalm

I call out to you, my Cosmic Love and Protector Michael, O Flaming One, I write this 1st Psalm to you! You hold your sword and my life in your hands your spear of love, it pierces me, you hold my heart in your hands you are the policeman in his uniform shining bright blue light penetrating the ethers with your hazy fire! Michael, you are my desire! you are the Hawaiian Haole Kahuna on Maui my beloved Sasha, my friend and Dreamtime Lover I am the dancing spark of light who crosses the waters to kiss Maui all over his body again I am Maui, the Trickster Lover God of Hawaii A ho ha na hane hane! A lau ku la ana ana! I, Linda, do not understand Hawaiian but it is an Ohana language of the Heart they talked to the dead people as if they were living Don Ho is dead, he who sang Tiny Bubbles at Honolulu Poko Ono Ono Lounge he stills calls me his Little Eskimo has Don Ho reincarnated? ALOHA! he calls from the realm of Po, the Unseen AINA! sings the land Maui hums and hisses in the Sun I, Linda, vow to return to Maui! I, Linda, am going to truly seduce and make love to my darling Hub Bee this next time! Behold, I place all things under Divine Timing! Maui, I am going to get to know you much better! Oahu says I must do her for 3 days next time I fly to Hawaii.... OK! Will do! Aloha, Ohana! Mahalo for the love and the leis and all that sexuality! I kiss the waters! The waters, they kiss me! Hawaii is the Great Healer! I got VERY clairvoyant on Maui! Magick! Yes...

Welcome to Love Letters to the Gods

Oh, how deeply do I love you, my Cosmic Lover!

Oh, how deeply do I lust after you.

Your manhood, it penetrates my womanhood

like a rocket in the sky

I remember the day that Apollo 11

made love to the Moon

it was my 4th birthday

Mom tried to show me the astronauts on the TV

I remember the birthday cake; it had Snoopy on it

I remember Grandpa Furgason; he wore grey pants and a striped grey shirt

he died of a Heart Attack when the world ended

I remember Mom weeping in the night

Mom almost never cried!

I have roots like a tree

my pubic hair roots into the Earth

and into my lover's face

I have an entire pantheon of lovers

who are also Gods, Goddesses, musicians both living and dead

people I know on Facebook

people on TV, people in the news

even people who are in power in America and beyond!all these have I loved, and more!

Oh, God, I am your Whore!

Not a sex worker; oh, no....

my spirit guides all voted unanimously AGAINST my selling sex for money.

I let my sex express in my writing, art, and music instead.

The Internet is my Path to Fame.

Linda M. Smith

Oakland, CA

Sun., Sept. 8, 2013