Munch*On*Me

There are deep channels to cross
With Youth on the prow
and Pleasure at the helm
Choice is the very marrow
of every boned existence

My wrists are rivers
My fingers are words
I lean as close to you with my words as I can
Mine is the touch of
A thousand suns that brand
their imprint
Upon the caul of soul
Dissecting
The sacred skin of
Your fecund mind
Sowing the seeds of a new reality
Reaping it all ecstatically
We clap with one hand

The universe sputters and rages in these veins
My lips are every prophets prayer answered
In the red dust temple of the profane

Just relax and open wide
Let my senses be your guide
I have pitched my tent inside you

Waiting for the puppy dog moon to emerge
Wagging his cosmic tales into songs of romance
Your body will become my fortress
Guarding this
our precious chance

One flesh
The feral caged
With a carnal freedom
Sailing past the vow of Now
Our bodies emergent
Deliciously alit
as we burn
The ephemera in
Our streaming transcendence
Riding the evernight
Poised on the edge
Our backs to the solar winds
basking in Love's immortal shadows



Gracias Lori Gomez :)