Hot Weather

Don't underestimate 
a fucking Phoenix,
we are used to habitual burning.
She will hold you tight
in her womb
and let you feel her 
light fire lips on
your skin, 
then shivers
and thrusts you
down in between
her legs
for a taste of humanity
and ancient syllables,
with electric riots and
licking madness,
she ejects you out
into the starlight
and sings her
lonely song
in the hours
ticking towards
that tantrum dawn.

I was awake
when you whispered
in your dreams
the loves and curses
you'd seen
in other lifetimes
almost forgotten,
sensory details
and peach margaritas
to chill out the mood
we ache to remember.

You Asked My Thoughts

I gave up on time,
kept getting stood up
by the reaper.
I was left sitting at the bar,
at all the wild hours in
high heeled boots 
and fishnets, 
corset and that 
skirt you like
slipping your hands
underneath.
Could I fuck you
in my sleep,
just the way I like it
and confess secrets
in the morning
over coffee
and the sound of
slippery rain?

Blues Hunger

And the blue moon, 
with a little quiver, 
shook herself from
the rafter sky 
and fell asleep
in my third eye
after drinking all night, 
waking up with a hangover
that felt like
the grand canyon
trying to squeeze
its insides
into her head.

Dine with me and
eyes open wide and waking,
breathing all
the way down
to the toes
and through
the molten earth.
Devil dances in front of us
and tonight
was an evening
to enchant the blues
for a time
with hunger and delight.

Throat of the Dragon

I feel on fire,
electric with light.
Quite a quirky feeling,
sex and death,
phoenix ever rising
out of my head,
dragon breathing
through my throat.

Yet there are such
vacant moments,
silence sweeps my days,
my spirit
outside of my body,
swinging round the ethers
with my brother,
and then a shudder
goes through me
and I awake,
back in the “real”
and sadness
sinks me in her sand,
then anger
rides the storm out

and I sleep again.