Tempt Me

Tempt me

to rise,

thrusting towards heaven,

insight and orgasm,

heading us

ever upward and onto

cosmic pathways,

astral erotic planes,

neurosciences,

great schisms of breath and space,

between

the sacred thought

and the beloved tangled language,

gender binaries

slashed like tires

in the hot sun,

pleasure celebrated

instead of pathologized,

vilified masked dolls

in their prison cells

which are, of course,

cleverly disguised

as free thought,

with the help of

the sadistic media and pills

spewing toxins.

Disease weeping,

I tried to find

words of comfort

for those poor befallen

merry-go-rounds

and painted horses,

sad boys and

their clinking glasses,

ice and pure kink,

fucking so deep,

he was cuming up

through the brain,

out of the third eyes

of the prophetic,

then birthing transcendence,

holding your

ravaged mind

in my womb,

safety for a second,

before exorcizing

you back out,

through your mouth,

bones to the street,

down the overgrown dirt path,

to the stream

and into the river.