Pits Like Roses & Hairy As A Siberian Poem by Johnny Noir

When I walk through the Black Forest with you
A Wonderland of smells surrounds me like your dog in the mud
And if I could track mud all over your carpet I would—

But that would be in a different place,
Nearer to paradise, some place like your ancient palace
And there you would let me sniff until I sneezed,
My brains flying out of my head through nostrils gushing blood
Like Old Faithful in a short sweet burst all over your mom—

You’re skinny as a bone but hairy as sticky red bud,
I would be smoking you now if I had a light
Beside the warm mystical glow of the white sun over our heads
Making us sweat and freeze from the heat
And the fear that love may be encroaching on our strange thirst—

I can’t hide from your hairy libido anymore
But I’ll try to under the hood of your bush
Where the crack of dawn spreads its open arms and legs

Like a semaphore flag sweating like a storm god
Having a heart attack doing jumping jacks,
Wet as a dirty rag in the sudsy rinse of eternity’s jetlag—