Desires of the Phoenix

September came with

a sting at the back

of the throat

and such a harsh longing,

deep,

vibrant,

kept me up tossing

till 5 in the fucking morning,

hungry for

the night’s sweet touch,

for she was the only one

that seemed unafraid

at the prospect of my

fire skin consuming her,

phoenix licking my wounds,

even though sometimes

she couldn’t find me

through the storms

I formed and

circled round my eerie head,

hiding me from view.

Slithering through

the open window,

you flitted over

my aching body,

I sigh to the

north and east,

patchwork paces,

haunting on a continuum,

re-tracing soft footsteps

of my childhood Michigan winters,

magic frosts flowing to the rivers,

through the trees

we gather together

our senses,

hot sex rhythms

thumping the

top of the skull

to the base of the spine,

echoes repeating out

vibrations from the vocal chords,

sounds that came

up through the belly

to the head and

bursting out the top

of the brain

in moans erotic,

top hats taken off,

roughly thrust

to the ground who indeed

got a rush

from the thought

of hands and

fleeting frenzy fingers

stretched out to the angels,

gasping in pleasure,

casting me out of my

sorrow bones

which kept me

looking downward at

my bloody toes

most evenings.

And then there was the Sphinx ,

ever watching,

woken up on a Thursday morning,

to feel a sandstorm

round her waist,

and she thought to herself:

the wind seemed angry as of late,

a tinge of tabasco on the tongue,

vinegar dripping down

the earlobes.

Frenchmen leaning

out their windows,

shouting down

to the ladies in the street,

they turned and

gave him the finger.

Seduction should’ve been

a sultry swing,

Thelonious Monk

on the phonograph,

candles oozing and winking

in the cool twilight,

tender lips run along curves,

breath slow but then building

to heavy orgasm sounds and electric quivers

that shook the rafters

of even the most sturdy houses.

But in these tempest times

we settled instead for harsh tire squeals

and a short siren thrill,

pick your poison,

chug it down,

slosh around,

fuck hard and rough

without a hint of passion or embrace,

slink out from under him

when he fell asleep

and squeeze through the floorboards

before he remembers

what he whispered

to me

in the undertow.

You were a unimpressive liar:

women faking stupid,

men faking apathy,

the joker was the only one

found laughing

at the weary games we play.

I watched

cigarettes stain teeth,

apothecaries abandoned

with a shudder

for to bend and contort

to the idols of pharmacy

and forensics.

Media mayhem ate us up,

spat us back out

as gnarled stick figured blond barbies,

to mouth agendas for

Halliburton and Disney,

tango with the demons

of industry,

then tossed aside into mass graves,

screeching for sanctuary.

Oh please,

break the veils of ego

honey,

it isn’t always

about self-promotion and

what you can get out of

every sinkhole situation,

vampires in their cages,

gnashing teeth together

in time with the organ pipes.

Poor dear,

I could tell

in less than

the time breath took

to sink into the lungs

that you still loved her,

a flash of thirst in the eyes

as she walked by

and didn’t even care to notice you.

I could always recognize

a face hiding heartbreak and

it tore at my insides

to see the pain

you hid

and thought only your nightmares

could see,

but no,

I wept for you

in my dreams as well,

kind stranger,

and hoped for healing

in the dawns to come.

Tis so strange and wild

the way heart valves betray us

and how we are really all the same,

wanting to hear our names

shouted out loud through street crowds

with love and craving,

and hands on my hips

in the early hours of the daytime.

Erotic Exorcism

Chewed through

with gnarling teeth

the strains of capital intake

for the wall street erections,

We, the supernatural ghosts and grand giants,

shaking and quaking

in holy pleasure

and connection to the

collective spirit,

stormed down upon

the idolized dollar

to tousle you awake

from your sleazy sleep

of conformity and comfort-

you hid from the visions of

the abused poor used for

sickening science experiments,

money making for the already

privileged rich bigots,

battered women

tortured swiftly out

of their natural beauty ecstasy,

put in barbed wire wicker baskets and

burned so as to hide

systematic oppressive patriarchies,

the prophetic

deemed pathological,

turned “sick” with

hyperbolized disorders,

quieted and subjugated

by anti-depressants,

choked and stuffed full of pills
to erase any notion

that diverged from mainstream media,

subtly quelling our jouissance

without a sound or shudder in the daytime

though I was woken from my dreams

to hear the screams of the dying

and the innocent betrayed

by the very people who had promised to protect them.

The few grisly lies repeated on our brainwaves,

protecting the top corporations

(now seen as people?

….

what bullshit)

keeping them safe and cozy

in their soaking blood money

that they munch on for breakfast,

our red veined pain

runs down their rosy cheeks

while they snicker

with hand shaking and

back-patting in coroner white-breasted suits,

at the mighty joke on the rest of us that

we let feed our

self-loathing

through the psychotic

television tubes,

breathing heavy

down our backs.

Tricks and trade

drowning out the voice

inside my head that

whispered echoes of

awakenings,

enlightened sex and

erotic understanding

of the puppet factory that is

selling apathy and violence

as means to enrichment.

I touched myself,

ever so delicately at first,

slowly stimulating my curves,

then relaxed into bliss states,

to fucking hard and fast,

fingers soaked,

orgasming out the demons

of the past,

punitive damages deterred

due to “too busy” corporate meetings

in the belly of the underworld,

car crashes on

mountain peaks

without lifelines,

moaning out my

mourning for the

agony I saw scribbled across

your face as you

lost yourself in

self-induced chaos

instead of choosing

kundalini rapture,

angels with wings that

they didn’t seem to

realize they had,

to fly away from

the glorification of drama,

raping our young to sex slavery

and the mechanical porn industry

that taught to take now 

and ask later.

I wouldn’t be the

mouth-taped shut girl anymore,

rocking back and forth

in the mire of your

sickened periphery.

I was not here

to entertain you,

but to take your hand,

along with my heavy heart,

up and out of the quicksand

and drive us home,

away from the aggressive environment

and the toxic consequences of the world

of the “real”

which was really just one of many storylines

to choose from.

Slow down sex eyes,

breathe deep and down to

your pelvic thrusts,

I shall enter you at

the base of the spine,

raise up your back

to your supple neck,

cuddling your broken bones

in my empathy,

soak you in sultry sighs

of intuition,

throbbing energy

under your waking skin,

fitting nice and cozy in your

fancy bloodstream,

riot and raunchy ricochets

to cursive tones,

didactic vibrations

that pulsed to the stars

and back,

sinking deep into

your wounded ground,

lifting you up to the

astral sphere with

delight and coming spirits,

together changing the

polluted earth with our

sensual whispers,

back to the flowering forests

and flowing clear waters,

silky marshes,

radiant unashamed passions,

beaming and blooming forth

to the moon,

erotic exorcism

until every cell in your body

ejects light. 

The Art of Seduction

In the dark,

to be aroused slowly by soft hands,

caressing lips on curves

delicate,

like fornicating streams.

I slept in nothing

but black lace underwear

with golden butterflies

staggering and waltzing round,

embroidered on my arithmetic,

late last night

which I never do,

usually trusting not even my

lonely howl of a room enough

not to take advantage,

but the sweat did drip down heavy,

panting precisely,

ticking clocks towards

4am in these sensory days,

so I fell back to raptured

nakedness,

almost,

bare skin on soft fleece,

supple pillows

brush against nipples,

tender creative showered down

by bedframes,

more so than

human spiders that spat

their egos out,

crashing dishes down

on my bleeding head

with angered words and violence.

I betrayed the coffin rites and undertaker professions,

death would not take us tonight to fields of poppies,

hell bent razors,

night suicides,

bruised hips,

hating ourselves for stretch marks or bad posture,

cough syrup overdoses,

throwing up liquor and excuses,

lies and apathy,

hatred of the things you cannot understand,

beatings and rapes in the streets

that no one seemed to see,

no. not today, my dear.

Instead I winked at her from across a crowded bar,

her blazing fire hair,

eyeliner drenched euphoria,

tight lips until she smiled and

glowed from deep underneath

like trees sensing the spring.

I slowed time down with a wicked whisper

to the north star and sunset horizons,

craving moments to unearth her magic from within,

kisses on the mouth

that led to her knees

buckling,

moans oozing

out of her thirsty throat periphery,

legs quivering in high heals,

fists beating out the passion

on the walls of all the diners across heartbreak america,

coffee shops in Brooklyn,
movie theatres with sticky floors,

in the back seats of cars,

down dank drafty alley ways,

between lines of prose and erectile dysfunctions,

my hands between her thighs,

counting her days till dawning,

nails dug into my back deep

until her kingdoms come,

the ice melts,

the queen burns and

transforms into the mused witch

of sex and manifesto,

painted upon me in ecstasy given.

The Ace of Cups

spills forth,

staggering to the center

of her being and opening upward

with electrics and expressions,

hierophants of desire

and jouissance,

deliverance in artful bodies wrapped

round and through each other,

sighs and intertwining,

melodies inhabiting the art of seduction.

Ah and alas,

there twas nothing

so vibrant,

teasing and pleasing,

momentum rising,

kundalini lifting and blushing,

vipers licking and voodoo pulses,

scents and sensual,

the erotic

made spiritual,

bliss incarnate,

oh god,

don’t stop,

harder,

deeper,

keep going,

oh god,

oh god,

oh god,

fuck yes,

amen.

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.