Fall Equinox, 1987 e.v.

Desires

The smell of boys in the morning air,

The smell of women's underwear,

The smell of an illicit love affair,

Linger in my memories

Invading all my fantasies-

Mingling hope with despair.

The taste of a strong man's chest,

The taste of a young girl's breast,

The taste of sunsets and the West

Are the flavors of my lust,

Causing my heart to combust

So quickly I cannot protest.

The feeling of orgasmic release,

The feeling of fucking without grease,

The fear and hatred of police,

The art of love and the love of art

Eternally have pierced my heart

With the desire for peace.

-by Josh Putnam