Hidden treasures

These hidden treasures
for i said i wouldn't ever write poetry
if there was to be a cure
for intimate illnesses
forwarded to me by many lovers
these hidden treasures
for it's time, time, time to let go
whispers of water running from faucets wild
with nature's laughter going amok
with my lover's tongue sticked in mouth of mine
with children screaming indecencies to the four winds
for i'm an ejaculation gone wrong
all over the world
hiding treasures
where no X can make marks in no maps
for hidden treasures
are poems i can no longer read
not share
while there are candles blown by winds unknown
with no music to leave the next generation
with no point
with no taste
with no beauty
with no reason at all to live
or move on.