There is an insidious charm
in tearing down mores,
a tempestuous taste so sweet to hips and lips.
Lascivious laps of crimson hot pleasure
blinding and burning in thrilling heats bliss.
I may salaciously smile at carnal sensation
desire to cure cravings left lingering.
I would hunger on, longing to go beyond.
So we cross the folkway, left and right,
with so much as a glance.
Meteoric storms break when we talk or touch.
Perception seems to be this is a dirty dance,
mala fide notions cast upon us.
I wonder at the nodus
I wonder at stretching complexity.
Does beyond escape us?
When my souls locus stays true
even passionately spun into you.
And I am feigning there is no friendship.
We are pushed to swallow the wave.
To obfuscate potent power in deceit.
It feels like I am damned,
though I feel like I am blessed.
Will we only come as sleepwalkers
into this space so karmic?
But beyond
Jovian ceremony sweeps us up
nocturnal shadows fade
eye to eye, light to light
we ligate each other with love.
I will come to you sanguinely
open for you to impregnate me
with something more true and high and holy
flowing together, soul karyogamy!
We kiss, we see, and we give it away.
Dreamwalking on, higher and higher
through metalove.
NorthSouth Press 