when we dare, they are summoned

Risk

edges to jump with the heartthump
eternity’s surging pulse
clicks
&
bellows
tumbling down mystery’s ravaged peaks


Deceivers

guised hunters
Sweet cherry voiced and tender eyed
All giggles and cons
With shielded shovels
Ur grave
Open and patient


Drawn to us

I ( am)
Bastille pitted
Scaling up
with newly ripped muscular halo and
Parvati incarnation power light
dark armies pant over pit edges yellow
Puss
Spit
their salivation salvation offerings desperate now
victory smells of sex to Appolyon’s eyes
yet I defeat him


Awake

Triumph is the taste of earth and flowers and the rise of inner powers
Orgasm is the honey of night runs
Love is the seeking and seeing of it all (within)
open