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.

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. 

Ocean and Teeth

The ocean sighed

with deep reverence

and liquid,

razor teeth

biting through

the bones and blood,

the spirits opening

one eye each,

in rapid succession,

teasing out

our earthen pleasures

to the sultry

sounds of

moon drinking,

dancing naked,

incense wrapping

round ya,

listening ghosts,

quiet subtle muses

rocked back and forth

to the music

in my head,

radiating lust

and a strange serenity,

some sort of magic

must be working through

these winds that caressed

old and lonely

trees,

in their

righteous heretic

weepings,

eyes locking,

senses raptured up

to high priestesses

in the mists,

and the road laughed

to greet us

as we were,

just that,

nothing more. 

Cthulhu's Footprints

I dream

now,

so often,

in blue green

and sea colors,

tempests flowing and

foaming at the mouth

drowning down on me

like a rage

as the mists

settle their disputes and

flit back to

the caves found in

forests that

lay just out of sight.
I saw the bones from

unmarked graves

rise up in

dollhouse dancing,

coughing up hell

and haunted ash

for a moment,

then cuddled back down

into the earth,

with sighs like sirens

and their shipwrecked sailors.

Sorry for the misery,

oh to lose my father

left me breathless

with sorrowful feet,

vampire leans and tendencies,

hot candlewicks,

smiling and winking down

on crop circles,

frosts and

humming winter winds

that woke up

the blood,

rushes of nightingale songs,

cthulhu tiptoeing

down corridors,

serpents and their

luscious dripping fangs,

water,

enthralling me,

drifting over and under,

carrying me away

from my weary head. 

Ecstasy and Ocean

Sirens,

the blues and bass,

cigarettes,

espresso shots,

drinking tequila

in the shower,

in the morning,

were all telltale

signs of the apocalypse,

that enjoyed teasing us,

with the weather

and paranoia.

Skulls dancing

on skulls,

the poisoned bite

festers until

I suck it out,

skin and burning,

pleasured open mouths,

holy sacraments,

yummy fucks,

witches and their cocktails,

long showers

with the water so hot

it melted the pain

right away,

with the tears,

and the tortured angels,

their wings,

clipped short and scattered

to the four corners

of the grounded earth,

to avoid their own

awakenings into

lovely sculptures

of vast divinity,

that wrapped its legs

around me,

sunk in deep,

to the notion of motion,

rising up and out

of the quagmire,

labyrinthed illuminati

thunderings

from the cement

above us,

that had almost been forgotten,

except for it shook

the rafters

of even the stock marketeers

and the banks

of the green piglets

and the running bulls of

violence

begetting

violence,

aggression spat out

at each other

like acid rain.

Enough of those

hollow egos

teething golden udders

that collapsed the

world around them,

pandemics and

mayhem,

injections and

rabid inscriptions

on brains,

that drove us all mad

and fucking yes,

into that brilliant

ecstasy of the ocean.