In this great excitement I cajoled and consoled myself missing you talking that hour.

Present in that moment I hung on your every inflection and word and the sweetly evil tone in your voice,

I plotted my coolest demise of the whole human world; the massing of the unmasked,

that lovely lethal lemming plunge, I plunge you in that,

I plunge and stroke and soak in that ambrosia from us,

too passionate to call itself love,

too refined to call itself lust.

I am darkest purples, helmeted warrior, thick veined in you;

You wrapped around me, beyond Shakti and Kali the yoni of yoni,

Directoress of Satan’s little school girls,

I am that luciferian maddest of men without anxious desire, squirting purest purpose and poignant effect,

Shiva ain’t got nothin’ on me…

In the darker cuddled quietude of these moments,

Their bones crunch beneath my bare feet and later powder beneath my boots,

we dance that powder into darkest pixie’s dust and fog it into the mysts of the fey gone underground.

I am sleepy bedded down, you lay dreaming of those things that would eventually bring me offspring

fast grown out of larvae into squealing pink piglets in our fingers,

It’s midnight and my heart sheds it’s bloody joyous tears…