Come with me to our reverie
Close your eyes and pursue the beckon
Alone and warm, all burrowed in bed
You enter my core.
Heady, hard, and cold
In our 2 dimensional play we have everything but sensation.
Pinch yourself in this place of free will,
Everything is as you make it, except, except
If we are in God’s realm,
Give me hell with you.
I want your flesh.
I want to feel the heat of your breath when you suckle my breast.
I want to throb from your touch.
Give me hell with you and leave our spirits to another time
I want, you want, let us wanton
Despoiling our core with the sensation of us
Till we never want to leave this dominion of conscious
Feel the throb of your flesh against mine
Let your sweat drip to my thigh.
Where is this in God’s realm?
Lock your stare to my groon oogen
Till you pierce my soul and I cast my glance away.
Oh dear God, I beg for our mercy.
Pity the corruption of our soul from your reward.
To love the rain
I will sleep well tonight
With the tumble of raindrops.
My lost soul is still not found
But the raindrops comfort me.
The rhythm of chaos reminds me
My human form is real
My lost anger and fear of the death brigade
Tumbles with each discordant rhythm
I would add music, but I have not figured out how to to do that yet.
Neither with sound nor written cord.
I dreamed of you last night
We were reclined and loosely entwined with my head upon your chest and your leg snug in my crotch.
I glanced up when you chest reverberated a command and a laughter to those around us.
I was mesmerized; it was like looking at me with a soul.
Your eyes full of warm charm, not a glacier bolt demise.
Your skin had a pink glow of aspiration, not the insipid gnash of pale fate.
A recitalist came by and I was on the hunt; one more beating, one more run, just one little runt.
Then your voice came from mine, a command;
The command for her to remove her dowel from me.
The sound of flesh closing in on a lesion echoed.
I grabbed it from her hand and destroyed it with a stare.
We reclined you placed your thigh snuggly in my crotch.
The cast and crew changed. You smiled and I followed suit.