The other night I was shooting craps with God
God rolled snake eyes so, I answered your one prayer
I come to you the fever
Incinerating your dreams
Daughter Delirium, drinking from four cups
Heisenberg reaches out, Heisenberg reaches out to us
Skeletal finger mummified
beneath the tattered white shroud
I see you dreaming in black and white
but the colors are still too loud
Dry ice bones burning cold embrace
holding on with legs and arms
with lips and tongues and faith
you take me in to you deeply
You take me into your depths
holding me with smoke rings
Holding me like a thousand little deaths
I fall into you like an angel
I fall like the angel of light
I come to you in fever
I will you come to you in the night
I’m hanging around like Jesus
burning likes a cross . . .
word puzzle. Until all that is left of me
finally does something righteous
till I’m hanging around upside down
till I’m hanging by one foot
Skull fuck the skullduggery
still I’m burning like a holy book
aching because I tried too hard last night
I tried too hard to suck your soul out of you
through your
dos labias rojas
because I’ve been trying too hard . . .
too hard for too long to taste your spirit
with the whirling dervish
that’s possessed the tip of my tongue
and dances nightly in and out of the graveyard garden
between your thighs
spitting and spinning
on and around and over your clit
hard as a tombstone, yet tender with empathy
that consumes the virtue
of my selfish serpentine hungers
those manifest themselves in my alien appetite
for the spirit, flesh of you goddess
yes I’ll go left on you
yes I’ll do right by you
yes I’ll come up with you
yes I’ll go down on you
anytime. I’ll go any direction
heaven or hell, lead me and I will be your disciple
where you go I will follow
I will be your Ruth
on a pilgrimage to the holiest of landscapes
where your own private gravity
inhales my obsidian light
I will follow you till your fire eats my fire
and our bodies lie an ancient ruin
Limbs entangled twisted as helix
Tree of flesh tree of life . . .
our darkest desires excavated in the eons of our nights
peeking through the dusk of delirium
Erosion, wind
slowly I am revealed, seeking the sanctuary of your body
the holiest of temple’s the remnants of my severed soul
residing within the headless holiest
entombed within you, I lie in a glass coffin
like the severed relics of martyred
Saints but do not mourn for me my dear sister
do not cry my dear goddess
for tonight I will rise
to draw my obsidian blade once again
while you sleep beneath my ashes
I will dance on your grave
a wind of tongues singing in the language
of the frozen red water of life
a typhoon of prayers screaming your name
across the great void
Singing your name in the language of flame
singing your name in the abyss
And yes my dear sister my goddess
I have few surprises for you as well
I WON’T STOP BEING YOUR FANATIC
“and I promise I will be the best you ever had.”