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Running
Wild on Black Market Ecstasy
Saturated by the red fumes
of countless sunsets
wind whipping down long empty streets
and the quiet indigo haze of dawn
she puts brush to paper soaked in the raw
pieces of things she has seen in her travels
around the globe.
Mermaid seahorse flames of hell
all inside a spiral seen in a dream
of a parallel universe where she
has deja vu when looking in any mirror
she happens to come across even in
neiman marcus after lunch when the
salesgirls are sleepy with the nocturnal
fantasies of lingerie and lime green popsicles.
I have seen this woman turn to solid flames
I have felt her skin become a waterfall deep
in a lost jungle somewhere east of the remote
outposts where white tigers crouch among
jeweled tombs encrusted with the broken
diamonds of fate.
Nothing is simple as she moves through space
no man is safe when those eyes narrow down
into yours and the prisms of love reflect back
from the abyss where you know you cannot
resist going because its a frequent destination
now that she has risen from the swamps
that surround your life in every direction.
It's not your fault that she is this way
it's a blessing in disguise
it's a hummingbird with a snoot full of nectar
it's a black cat silhouetted on a barb wire fence
in the driving rain.
Empathic goddess in fishnet stockings
psychic priestess of love as it drips slowly
down my face and mingles with my tears
salty and whispering gently the way
that tears always do.
Rune cat full and fat
sits at her feet waits for a treat
begs and pleads
to lick the hand that feeds
and when the moon is full and the
fire burns low in embers aglow
that's when she is the archetype
the master mold
the final form
the eternal woman I now behold
before me each time in fields of gold
waving in the summer breeze outside
our window as we pass through the membrane
dividing this world from the next.
The gothic crosses melt in the sun
then evaporate leaving only the outlines
of old memories stark and drawn in chalk
on the sidewalks of the past crime scenes
forgotten places and dark alleys we would
rather not recall anymore.
I fill my mind now with lips and hips
toes and knees
eyes and thighs
and the hidden surprise of her heart
laying beating and red wet and suctioned
down onto the floor where I cannot fail
to miss it.
So I kiss it.
But it's her soul that rips off my mask
and then rips off the next one and the
next one and then when she gets to
the final mask she just puckers her lips
and blows
and it floats away on the wind and disappears
while I stand naked and at the mercy of
the mistress clad in leather and lace
high heels and long black gloves
or is it really a geisha dancing slowly
with a fan in front of her face
covered in tiny birds
and the white blossoms of a cherry tree.
I really cannot tell anymore which woman
I desire more her innocent or her naughty
her supermodel or her girl next door
her morning or her midnight
all are burned deep into the tattoos
I adorn my altar with.
Tumultuous turrets trumpet the tempests
that whirl around and surround her beauty
leaving the sediments of pleasures gained
and then lost as the sands of time pelt
the faces of gods enshrined in stone
watching impassively from on high as
we die each night and
in the morn are reborn.
Adoring her has become my mission
worship of her soul is my quest
building temples to her smile my
greatest transmission in this tragedy
unfolding between the spheres of longing
where she dances on the face of the sun
her body alive and alight and aligned
with the stars in a way that I will never
fully understand.
It's only now as so much time has gone by
that I realize that the essence of a woman
drips in stardust dissolved in the purest light
pouring from the eyes of god
and even the buddha sitting under the bo tree
silently mesmerized by the swaying cobra
has to shake his head and whistle as she
walks on by shaking her hair so that the
sparkles of love fall in a rain that cover
all from rat to king.
Seek the source in all things
she whispers in the dark
speak of love as the universal force
that brings us closer and closer to
our final stop where we get off
and search the crowd for one familiar face
one last caress before sleep
one love that will last a lifetime
the only thing that will break us free
of this terrible addiction to pain.
All it takes is one touch of her hand
on mine and she pulls me back from
yet another dark descent into the depths
to race by her side
simple and free and innocent
an earth angel caught in a sting operation
but let go to roam the land again
it's for all this I gladly surrender my sanity
if it means even one more heartbeat
next to hers pumping madly
undressed possessed and heeding the request
to be alongside full tilt acceleration into
the future where I just know I will
find her up ahead screaming with joy and
running wild on black market ecstasy.
