In the Mist

Mmm hell yes,

harkened back to

my wise mother,

and loving Ireland,

ghost father,

delicious madhatters,

the songs that

reminded me of

green hills

and hope,

mists on top of mountains,

fog that made me

feel forever in a flash,

woke me up,

seeing the way out,

of the hole in the ground,

move on and

dig in so deep,

back into the earth,

to remember

what the purpose

of all this pain was,

in the midst

of such deep chaos,

madness and monster,

sex and violence,

means and matter,

waves of energy

pulsing round on bodies,

thumping out

beats and rhythms,

goddess and nature,

cum and sweat,

breath and re-birth,

dances with vamps

at midnight,

kisses with teeth,

rough and hard

then soft and subtly supple,

life and her curves,

her cycles.

Fuck death drives

and the kings of fearful-dom,

let us be different,

for once,

and divine.