Turquoise Dream Daddy

Deep in arrowhead canyon,
alone in the haunted wells of oasis arroyos
the sand flea sits with his back arched
hard with country music
with chinchilla fur epaulets and masses of leather
strung around his throbbing member
waiting for the branch of September
to swing and pummel him back to his lover
the Christmas of the Autumn
the humming of the river wide
the churning of the mother's breast
his tattooed maiden
his fairy tale rock keep
her, the engulfing waitress of simple clay
uniting with his underbelly someday
but for now,
she is with the Turquoise daddy
locked in a temple of holy fabric
and catholic chocolates
she is stretched on his ridges and blue yieldings
being fed dessert from the hands of holy water mermaids
deep in the caverns of the climate for cowboys
the maiden anticipates her lover's caress
and then the other lover's caress
and then more and more until the blue sky of grace and dignity
saturates the meaning of her flesh with
unbound gems and crystals of the vast expanse
she is rich with copper and diamond
she is cultured by strands and carats
she is made a gleaming idol in the miles of virtuous honey tundra
where her men keep her steamy through the seasons so dreamy.