IT'S ON

I AM that .... great lover and discoverer of her... PM dawn
she the cloud atlas in the AM... of that I AM...I AM... its on...

never too early and... never late... a state of mind to be in.
just can't wait to take this jet black plane to yet an
other alternate reality... of a completely different world with you.
just can't wait to get... to the gate of our next... rendezvous

been waiting for you
just can't wait to share with you
an other moment... to devour our thoughts anew.

I AM the... true I AM legend of her map quest
in love with her laughter... enchanted with
the sense of smell of her...
and the essence of the taste... of her lust...

and at best I held her hand
when once we capped the pills of that... phantasmic
spill of dreams... pitched in these
organic screams of orgasmik...
a little bit of seXXXy and chaos magick

tongues slurred and sanguine in us... we inebriated lyrically.

we filled the little flagons of spirit...a little drag on... the dragon's tears of such liquorous touch.

a pour verse that carefully we have tucked in the creases of these curses between
the sheets of phuck faces at last night's reconstruction of only us.

we the beastly intentions in the sins
of our emotional contents... we both shaken
and stirred... then iced again.

no conceive of we to relent
no need for we... to repent.

the resurrection of what recurred truthfully in the frame by frame of the ritual... a pretty death so wet with floods of... bloody... love.

the spiritual residuals of the wee early morning hours.
the these ugly visages abhorrent to the squeamish

a touch of mental dis-ease to some others... the giving of a coven's dish... a genie's wish... for itself outside the bottle.

the throttle of the nape and neck of a
slave to love... to swallow

the pull of the hair... from the brow of our silhouettes... the crack of whip inthe shadow
the master's grip

a tight lip...that you know now
will not let slip loose... the noose
the knot... the snare.

the look 'pon we on one another cast of
askance glance... the denial of a prayer
the rhyme sayer of a spell that swells

though through a devil may care type of attitude
to we it seem as beautiful just the same... there's' a
heaven inside this hell.

we without shame... due to name ourselves
a little somewhat differently than the rest... and what of it... if we will it? and what of it... if we do?

so as it is written
as so it was and is within the NU testament
the scriptures of me and her...

we be the
letters of these in words and deeds that are scrawled across the pages of that book

as well as they made to crawl across the floor
when they are thus dictated as we took them down
the corridors of the hall of worlds...

I AM that .... great lover and discoverer of her... PM dawn
she the cloud atlas in the AM... of that I AM...I AM... its on...

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