Kali's Spirit

Kali’s spirit seemed

to softly land,

surprisingly enough,

lifting clouds

of chaos as if

veils from on

top of my head,

the moon

shone bright

dripping down from

the sky to

its own reflection

in pure ecstasy

deep into the ocean

with smiles

turning to laughter,

and the

trees seemed

to notice,

they move along

to the singing

throat vibrations

that fell off

my green-tongued scales

and rhapsodied notes,

hierophant and

third-eyed hands

talking in their sleep

of dreams,

planes of heaven

on earth,

I still believed

absolutely always,

in miracles,

even when stuck

in pits of asphalt

with burning toxins,

being poured on skulls,

crossbones and crows,

eating flesh,

stomach upsets,

I coughed and spat out

that violence

shoved at you,

at me,

and dance,

very firmly in the sunshine,

in streams and

deep caverns

with splendor,

in tandem

tantric collective,

holy sisters,

sacred brothers,

reverent fathers,

wisdom mothers,

strongly yet humbly

we stomp the earth

in great thanks and celebration,

for the birthing

from weeping wombs,

carnal serenades,

green colors

to the worlds end and

beyond,

stars and angels,

love and light

be with you,

Kali and her

Metaphysics. 

Body Pulse

To be eaten out,

ravaged and lavished

wicked tongues upon me,

alive again,

if I can recall it correctly,

for a moment’s breath,

close my eyes

with sighs

of awe and mortality,

pressed,

without remorse,

against the carpeted walls

and hardwood floors,

hallowed spaces

of earthen measure.

Your hot

heavy

liquid breaths quicken,

lapping up my juicy innocence,

sucking me free,

taking me home,

well at least harkening me back to my normative

supernatural state,

the sanctuary haven where I belong,

pouring my inhibitions out like

Michigan drizzle in July,

Im soaking down your albatross mouth,

you crave so harsh

and filthy

my dripping pleasure

for you to swallow

like carnal carnivals,

whiskey stings,

buzzing,

pulsing,

erotic vibrations

pound the walls of your skull

within a butterfly within your skull

and back again,

orgasm gasps,

clawing the air with fuck motions

and rolling oceans,

teeth on tits,

drinking me down dirty,

leaving marks

of taste and

time it takes for

me to forget

my brains

demons howling low,

scratching my insides,

and the pain he broke through

on my brittle bones.

But,

I knew

you could

tenderly etch

new patterns,

maybe melodies

of lips to hips,

each curve

entangled with

your hurricane hands,

oh so gently,

for a moment,

if you could

bare to slow

it down a measure,

cut time in

half with

a silver salty spoon,

run tips of fingers

over the arches

of my neck’s horizon,

shoulder lines

that quiver slightly

in delight,

breasts that tremble

at the thought,

the belly

that hungers

deep for thrusts

incarnate,

sex energy all the way up the spine,

to the head and explode,

and back down again,

womb to toes

quaking in the

wake of you,

round me lay and wait,

give and take me

with force then

supple pulses,

mouth brushes my

ear in whispered tones

as I melt toward you

with a moan that oozes out of me

by surprise,

tumbling together forward,

begging hard,

slippery slopes,

caves and poundings,

tight screams,

ride me with thick cocks,

fingers and hands and teeth,

fuck me gentle and smooth and rough and vamp,

between the sunrise,

through the cum and the pain and the

earth,

through the water and moonlight,

the carpenters, the wenches at the doorstep,

mousetraps and beetles and rock bands with

bad publicists,

lanterns and foreshadowing divine.

I want you all in,

all of you between my veins and bones and blood,

fill me up with the beast in you,

then begin again.

Dream Wars

Birthing water pixies

in my tortured sleep,

I woke up

weary,

always,

tossing and turning

with the

womb pains

of a new age,

learning phoenix lessons,

rough and hazardous,

picking my poisons,

drinking your nectars,

over and under,

beyond and in between,

the lights of cities and cigarettes,

sheets spread wide and waking open

like legs,

gasping for divinity,

out on the slippery floors

in the flats of London town.

I was the heroine

to escape you

from the silence

that ate you,

gulped you down

like coffins and coffee

in the morning,

before anyone

was up,

even the sky,

and I just wanted

to be saved

from this harsh earth,

get me out

of here,

oh the pain,

I cant bare

it anymore,

my head tis so sore

from the sight.

Siren, Be Still

I was ferociously singing

and bursting forth

with solar systems

in my thrusting veins,

liquid humming with

sensual cinnamon vapors

that licked their third eyes lightly,

molten rolling waves

of healing coursing through me
towards the broken ones
I saw crying in restaurant bathrooms
and throwing up after late night affairs,

pulsing over your body in ancient rhymes

and chants that I recalled

from ages long passed and died away,

moon under a different sky,

before humanity was born and

the earth, she talked more then.

Thus the wounded dragons

succumbed to

my siren scent

with lonely on their mouths
that I understood
from my walks in the dark sky alone,

and I mirrored a red eyed pleasure

mixed with a true utopian

feeling of safety

I held within my womb

a magic,

also deep in my serpent throat,

and at the base of the cosmic spine,

so drink from my rippling

wishing well,

come purge your tortured

twisted histories,

waxed candles

dripped to eyelids,

guardian angels of the

shadowed things,

you came with your

scars and your deep cuts

that I kissed

with tears you never saw

me shed,

only in dreams,

prayed myself insane

for your poor beaten faces,

bruised souls,

weakened tangled lights

that flickered almost out at moments

and scared me,

and spirits chained

to cellar doors

in my visions

that kept me up

past the night

and into the morning.

So I made love to the holes

in your desperate hurting head

and soothed the pain that I could,

just before you

gave a sly wink,
excused yourself for a moment

to talk ego and sex to the

smooth girl on the other end of the line

in your starship mind

and you left me,

meat-hooked still

to the stark naked headboard. 

Sex and the Alchemist

Oh please now,

let me come on in,

down inside your eyelids,

sinking low

and subtle slow,

to the thrusting space

between your hips,

my head and

legs

split open

by the alchemists light,

found in the deep,

inside the fury earth,

yet also within my molten womb,

resurrecting musing moans,

I melted back

into your beating chest,

and we rocked and hurricaned

so easy whilst together,

slowly in and out and inside me,

your hands bled freely

from my thorny skin,

I sucked the blood up

through the rafters,

left you pinned against the wall

with gasps of pleasure,

then we stray,

your hands to my

shoulders,

down my arms,

sending a shiver up and down me,

soaking bedsheets,

sex screams

and tree whispers

fissured through

my dreams

leaving me

weary walking

absent-minded talking,

lushly lurking

in the daylight,

rounding corners,

unexpected hallways,

into your periphery.

I stared you down

naked

in the mirror,

with such heavy

syrup sighs,

drink and fill up

your mouth

with my

rhythms,

keep sacred

the moon,

her lover

the sandstorm,

her worshipers,

the rivers

that slurred

their sanities

ever onward

to the ocean.