The Breathing Habits of Dragons

Insides electric,

I was wild within and

without your permission,

dragon head leaping

forth from my ravenous mouth

like smoke does

when it’s lusting onward,

passion heaving and breathing,

sizzling through

my aching

dancing

magic,

deep throughout me

until I’m drenched in

senses and sexual embers

that ooze and surge inward,

then seep and etch outward

onto your sultry skin,

bold bodies intoxicate,

intertwine in raunchy reveries,

intersect

into the streams,

turning to erotic rivers,

deep under the oceans,

swiftly upwards to the stars that cross the

universe spaces and expand

like hallelujahs,

exaltations to the ethers

of grand sex sounds,

rhetorical orgasms,

drunken stupors,

neurotic heretic angels rejoicing,

mistletoe bastards

waving insults and fake promises,

caffeine headaches

adding to my already throbbing,

pounding thrusting fornicating intuition

that leaves me silent,

mouth shut quiet in the daytime,

just my raven eyes staring into your head,

the sweet surrendering alchemy of your chemistry,

that subtle voodoo tells me in whispers,

haunts my hallowed dreams with screaming,

much more than I ever wanted to know,

and so forth……

Thus I gave in,

time and bruised

soul time again,

with a whimper

to the west

and time travel

taken into

account what with the

tempest traffic sirens and patterns

and the kinky freakshow weather,

handcuffed still to the headboard.

I laughed up

hurricanes,

rafters shaking,

quaking in

sensual serenity,

making love to

the moment,

moaning low,

sighs quicken

the beating heart

and I reclaim my

name and nature

in the eye of the storm.

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. 

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. 

Evening Rain

I hungered for the rain,

come wash over me,

and aint it funny….

life and her clouds,

his hands,

the sky so beautiful

it made me shake with joy.

At this moment,

I decided to

let the calm n warmth n

peace float in

through open windows,

down walls,

seeping through the

cracks in broken hearts

and mirrors,

found round

my room,

when the sun shone

with pleasure,

in vibrating reflection,

wanting for company,

in the intriguing early hours,

when I was awake now

more and again,

and the world cuddled up

on me different,

kinda fuzzy and

lil bit cozy,

in the dawn,

with cups of

dark roast

and the sparkling

twinkles of sounds

that lifted me up,

cardinal sighs in the twisted

trees that talked

with me,

in hope and hushed tones.

Thanks you kindly,

for hanging round,

even without words,

just stutters,

liquors,

fresh delights,

blushes in the dark,

scribblings on soft pages,

tantric visions,

leaving us holier than

we came,

with perhaps

a few bruises

along the way,

but oh,

the road was lovely

even in the evening. 

Confessions of the Burning Phoenix

Angels in archways,

I ran my car down the

dirty ditch road and into your

peripheral vision,

bloody and bruised,

crawling towards the air and earth,

my hands dug in deep,

and freed myself from crunched metal,

warped screaming seatbelts,

tire track stains,

upside down falling to the gravel

as the headlights race by.

I don’t mind resting here

for a time,

seconds had strung me out

like new meds

mixed with liquor and crushed ice.

Watching you popping pills

was boring me and so I slept instead

and tried to forgive you for not

fucking me every night and morning.

Damn it,

things were swimming and going well,

and then that

cancer sickness spread and

left us lurching,

back and forward.

Through late nights

of hysteria and tantric consecutive visions of

death and sex,

as hours drifted over

our weary heads and

we felt we were losing it all.

The battle degrading us further

into silence.

And with that flooding

of trauma,

back into my bloodstream,

I began to awake,

once again,

in the middle of the night

with dreaming of past hauntings,

that man taking my little innocence,

over and over,

with lies and cruelties,

without asking first,

a violence so brutal

it left me numb for years following,

I cried and wanted to

bleach my brain for thinking

of that year I danced

with the devil

and he grinned and giggled

at my bloody suffering.

Id love to forget

all the acts of anger and aggression

that he played out

on my bare bones,

but the senses and memories

stay and like to linger

in the morning.

And so,

though the abuse still

faces me in the mirror,

from time to time,

I remain breathing

through the pain,

living love and better,

forgiving louder,

dancing and

performing my sexuality

with vibrant beats of my heart,

and stamping feet on the ground,

shouting,

I survived,

and Im still staggering forward.

Phoenix burning

and yearning a revolution

to its knees, at least,

looking and howling in the moonlight.