Feel yourself like you like it
like a woman's tender hand
as you prance through all their pictures
shapely fruits of millenia ripened
your countless flawless loci of lust
multifaceted, dangling before you in splendor
fashioned for the cleaving desire

Nevermind your partner
You're alone in your mind; it's okay to play
She wouldn't want you repressing these things
It's better to get it all out
all over your lovely friends
Blow through them like a hot summer storm
wettened and wasted with you
Just go
Get off
It's okay inside
to touch everyone the wrong way
to do it all
so light up that chakra ladder
blinding your polarized self
as they all come together
riding my waves right out of here

I shudder as all flies together/apart
the logarhythmic explosion too fiery to follow
Not ready to die
I trail off beneath it
following the arc ever higher
with preciously mortalized eyes

and I come down from the door to heaven
content just to breathe for a bit
witnessing emptiness
until it rises again.




© G.Cassel 2004