Spirit Waltz

It was the way

your moaning bones

waltzed themselves into a room

that snagged me first,

a spirit not so snug

in its body

thus still had a chance

to spicy sway to the music

on the stereo.

I saw her spirit

from across the vapor room,

dancing round inside you free

and couldn’t help

but to crave a chance

to swing her around that starlit space and

love every moment.

Was that ravenous raging dragon

still there in the morning?

I opened up

the closet door

to grab my lace-up boots

after I had kissed your neck

and down your back

through the night and you’d finally drifted

to speak to the angels in your dreams,

and there he was,

lighting cigarettes

with his fury breath,

laughing so hard

he snorted loud

and filled the room

with a cloud of smoke

and heavy chortle

whilst I slipped out the back door

into the dawn.

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.

Supernatural Moon

Mmmm and ooooh,

today seemed

fucking ravenous,

with winks from

the supernatural moon,

that kind of

fire-breathing

feeling,

deep down in

the belly,

feisty dragons

sitting in our stomachs,

boiling,

getting angsty

and ferociously impatient,

twitching and

skirting round

lampposts,

dark forest trees,

that taught us

everything in

reverent whispers,

between radical

silences and

plastic-tempered dolls

with burning eyes

in prison cells,

glowing red

and wrathful in

sex and

delight.

The desire to

fall head first

into pleasures,

kinky universes,

full of juices,

raging prophetic cunts,

soaking delicious

pussies,

sucking tits,

biting necks and nipples,

fucks with

hard gospel cocks,

first and second

helpings and

surrenders of all

our insecurities,

our self-loathings,

our trust issues

n such,

thank goddesses and

the paranormal excellence

within us.

To moan out

the sorrow,

into the ethers,

together,

as opposed to

the lonely gritty

feeling,

that slit our wrists and

caved us in

on ourselves.

Enough paranoia for now,

please,

strokes instead with

subtle seductions

would fit so nicely now,

snug tight round

my aching hips,

slithering in my

peripheral visions,

tempting me back to

my natural mystic jouissance,

the light

pulsing out of me,

throbbing with

the heat

and the night. 

Witching Sounds

Late night cold sweats,

I woke up in

the dark and wanted

to get in the car,

drive in the crisp ghost breathing

heavy air

to heaven and back

before the sun

came up,

fucking alone,

or maybe,

if you fancy,

alone with you.

It was such a grieving

process

at times,

opening my heart again,

the rush of all the old pains

and scars waking up and bleeding,

but we must,

open back up once more anyway,

I suppose.

Hmmm, wish there was a way

to explain my mind,

that twisted peripheral forest,

wicked and slithering vines and veins,

dangerous visions,

sexual cravings

ran so deep and

overwhelmed me in ways

vast and misunderstood,

constant desire

thumping through me

so intense

I couldn’t concentrate

on these words,

I wrote down,

staggered and gasped,

in love and fucking,

lusting teeth.

I missed being under you,

and then on top, ha.

Simple desire

to be taken over,

let you posses me,

only for a moment,

goddamn that felt good.

Id beg

if I thought it would

make one bit of difference,

but nevermind.

And in the dragon’s lair,

lay in waiting,

mistress and monster

bound together

in sorcery and pain.

I always kept your secrets,

my heart expanding

at the thought,

still I hated you

for taking me

for granted.

And even in the midst

of a veracious lust

for the pleasured life,

I rose in the middle of

the darkness round,

with a rage that would’ve

screamed out the windows,

down the driveway,

up and underneath

the streets and highways,

howling out,

the viper within,

even if I hide it

oh so well.

Damn it,

I fooled you again

and then felt guilty,

lil bit sheepish.

Ugh,

I never could say it

quite right,

the hauntings in the mirrors

of adults,

the nightmares

of children,

who cried out for sanctuary.

I sometimes must

just weep with no

explanation,

now,

I know Im losing you,

and I loathe

myself into twilight,

until we,

if we’re lucky,

wake up again,

you holding my hand

in the rain. 

Live Erotic

Hostaged dragon

writhing and coiled up inside

the fire-breathing lust

of a woman,

my hands trembled

with pleasure and fury,

hurricane gypsy with

her tangled tormented wings,

pinned to her sides with

bloody bobby pins,

weeping howls

from the one-eyed

moon which gave way to

sex sounds and

absinthe drenched fairies

winking in her wake.

Mmm in reality,

the fall felt fucking good,

to let go of the future

and give in,

a miserably sweet surrender.

I opened my lungs back up to your breath,

pulses pumping,

twisted moon ravished

me on the mountaintops of

your deepest dreams,

the ones

of course,

that you don’t even care to remember.

I craved you in

my sleep,

though I kept my mouth shut,

glint in my eye,

dripping tongues

left me hopelessly helpless

only till morning,

when you dawned on me again,

and I woke up radiating wrath and

dangerous spells I learned

at the beginning,

when magic was alive and waltzing through

our veins with a vengeance.

This was no time to be silent,

Im afraid,

that time has come and gone.

We act now or die.

Rise and reveal,

delve and direct

your senses to the earth and

all her secrets,

infinite orgasms and awakenings,

healing hands and metaphors,

take hold,

live unique, exotic, erotic.