Queen Of My Dreams. Orgasms All In A Row. Daughter Of Earth. . .
Queen of my dreams, you are sweet fun She is the goddess with drums Crazed hair thick long wavy black Whipping the shadows with each whack The fire first burned short and high Now it’s reached its dreamy heat Throbbing red intensively Pushing back oppressively Around sit circle lead by her She the mermaid on the bow Beauty decides direction Instincts follow superstition So dancers find the rhythm fast Minds clouded, suspended time In her embrace all feel weak Chanting with the soles of their feet Slaves to music primal as hearts Twin circles, body and beat Fire in center worshiped Flares the beauty of the queen loved Break free to sleep but take with you This night’s memory solid So you will know forever At least one night’s waking rapture
Orgasms all in a row Orgy for the naked people They live in one room And dance around their fire Breathing in the smoke like liquid candy Hopping to clapping of hands on butts It’s an orgy party With sex lined all in a row Warm and sung in their bed This family of love dreams of forest pixies sprites and fairies This is their holiday fun When the sun comes The morning will take them away like tides to the oceans of their own domains These friends of love But this moment still holds Their dreams are still shared Coast house rented Sea shell chimes singing with the moon’s wind Waves rhyming in the distance Windows on the roof letting the life in The night clouds making rainbows of gray across the righteous white moon Smell of salt on hair and skin Some from the sea Some from the sweat of sex All mixed in the foam flow of the tide outside and in The world is breathing through them Predawn light awakes them They are not ready to be done Like water coming to boil Their love begins to stir And sex begins again like the waves of the ocean Beating on the beach Blasting salt water into the air The screaming pants of sweet oblivion in single focused sensation Symphony of people singing with their clapping bodies and moaning Static storm in their sheets like lightning Clouds outside forming thunder Rain coming down and running like snakes across glass Steaming from the inside Writhing mass of people following the game of instinct laid out for them before birth Following the path for a clear conscience tomorrow As they will return to the world of corruption And leave their cult of sensation behind Trapped in suited dresses and coated ties The mix of sexless days and nights The life behind desks and florescent lights The clean hands And general dirt free living Where even a touch is disgusting They mourn the future with their loving present And promise their hearts to stay open for the next year’s solstice of night That will begin their own kind of twelve day Christmas celebration once again
Some simple things stacked First twigs in a twirl of wind Become the bones of a skeleton Black earth creeps up Full of worms and life To form the flesh With artistic delight Special forest things Come to be the organs Birds for lungs And a squirrel for the heart Fall leaves come with a swirling dance To become a warm skinned embrace Butterflies come from all around To add color to its parlor And a softness to be desired A fresh spring bubbles up Rich in iron Seeps in through the feet To become the blood circulating Through the squirrel with a beat A horde of spiders come in through an ear To help form the brain of this woman The worms crawl around Leaving in their wake the veins That fill with water That turns to blood A soft moss grows between the legs Under arms and on the head Through the butterflies it grows Green as life Fern seeds come awake in her chest Budding nipples of two breasts A wolf mother is close Old and ready to die She hears the call and comes Laying down to sleep At this woman’s feet The wolf’s soul comes in through her toes And begins to give birth to one last cub The earth takes the wolf’s body in Making it a part of this forest woman Ears grow that swivel slightly All features solidifying Being born while standing She begins to warm Her spider brain is only half done And the wolf comes up to finish Giving the love and passion She still needed And also the wisdom The instincts of a wild’s life lived full Even while being a newborn blind But from deep in the earth comes A desire to be a part of her A molten fire that rises With two tips of fire lightning That pierce her feet Two molten bits the shoot up through her legs Into her torso and through her neck She opens her eyes and they glow with the fire of earth Until they cool into an off blue A mixture of minerals that hints at other tints She moves her hand across naked skin Not yet feeling complete And leaves the trees for a meadow in the sun The light bleaches her skin white And her moss hair blond But the fuzz on her head falls away Driven by a vision of the critters left in her They start to spin fine silk thread A full head of hair well past her shoulders She is a woman And speaks with voice of birds She runs with the heart of a squirrel And feels with the soul of a wolf She thinks with a batch of spiders And rubs her soft butterfly powdered skin Blueish eyes still glow of molten earth And fern tipped nipples tingle as air suckles them pink So she is the beauty that has been made Something so wonderful Out of simple things stacked Even the wolf mother Is awed By such an incredible daughter