CRAZY BURRITO



I love you dear Burrito.

Encompassed in a tubular crepe

rocketing my taste buds and neurotransmitters

into a field of delight.



I love being drawn metaphorically into the

conflict of the human condition.

The condition of you Burretto being

drawn to my tummy.



Your crepe lips collide with my flesh lips,

and your bean content becomes one

with my stomach content, in a play

of unity - unity with a hint of disturbance.



When your crepe lips and my flesh lips collide,

You bring me joy and pain - joy and pain.

YouÕre a GI rocketship you crazy burretto.

YouÕre a GI rocketship you crazy burretto.



Kiss my GI system into submission

with your dance of taste and nutrients.

And help me to submit into the knowledge that

I love you crazy burretto.



Like a long lost lover,

I love your crepe lips despite the pain.

So I wrap my lips around your lips,

and consume you with love and pleasure.



And chew you, and absorb your bean soul

into my effervescent soul, residing in the house that God built.

SO SOON WE MET FAIR BURRETTO -

AND SO SOON WE SAY GOODBY.



No praise to the phallic images of man.

striving for immortality.

Just a salute to you, and IÕll not forget you

you wonderful, tubular, pleasure crepe!

A fun and spicy piece. I love the way you kept streching the experience into new layers of sensation and meaning.

~MD