#fiery verse

It's an orbit,

a millennium

in light years

through a wormhole

projected like an astral phenomenon,

you're basking

in the gleams

of our radiance,

every red lipstick stain

evident in the red lady fruit,

forbidden fruit -

temptation in the shadows,

seeds of my doing;

trecks to the end of the world.

It's a constance in the haunting;

a braille lead to your hands

on my body - on my mind - to my heart,

I'm yours, you're mine;

tempt me like the apple of God's dreams,

fallen like an angel in surrogate streams.

A sorry conversation takes place,

in the darkness

of our sheets -

all that was left;

were the stains

of our dried sweat,

and the bite marks

It was forwarded

in the light of day,

from eons and epochs

to seconds and milli's -

that it was drawn

and written in stone.

What binds our veins

together and in every weather;

the afterimage of these -

blinding lightenings,

race past me

like the flashback

of a war hero.

I'm in country

looking for this perfection

in me; that I find in you,

the passion in your pupils

Her blood was kerosene,

And his touch

It's like the spectrum

of the event horizon

cross the red shift

of my heart.

It's a descent,

like no other;

one where my blood -

pounds at the ventricles,

and where all of my fibers

come to stop

at the sight of you.

It's in my dreams,

the cradle and seams;

it's a comfort to know

my eyes set on you

are familiar atoms

covalent bonds

of all of me,

particles-apart from you,

is all I needed

to finish my next breath.

Photons break into a million neutrinos,

they envelope my Earth

and my soul,

you're the princess

in my lost castle,

I search for you in eons -

epochal tidal drifts

upon my weathered skin,

just to ask for your kin

with nothing to lose,

but everything to gain.

I'll draw a thousand and one memories,

fall to my sleep

in the afterlife,

make an apocalypse of it all

just to lay eyes

on you again -

The menace in us all -

is a furnace in wrapping,

the resonance of your rage,

the assemblage of a perfect army.

The way it dances in rhythm,

the cellular epitomized orchestra.

The forever coiled hexagons

shimmering on your skin,

the readiness of you, and you and you;

I go bust,

when the aces

line up just right.

It's just a 'bad luck' thing I suppose.

And no wildcards...

just a burnt cigarette hole in a stack of cash,

a hot bullet casing and a stolen art rack;

all for my lovers and landlords.

A spasm-like gust,

it unwinds as it gives way,

throttle is my freedom as I make love to it,

Thruxton in the backroads

dust in my trails,

foggy Ray-Bans and missed calls

is all I have left against my bank's clause.

And, when it hits just right

the curvature of your hip

bending the space and time

dimensions in my hand...

I find the rythm every chance I get;

it's like a fusion of Buena Vista, Cohiba

and a bottle of Santiago de Cuba -

I go bust,

when the aces

line up just right.

It's just a 'bad luck' thing I suppose.

And no wildcards...

just a burnt cigarette hole

in a stack of cash,

a hot bullet casing

and a stolen art rack

all for my lovers and landlords.

A spasm-like gust,

it unwinds as it gives way,

throttle is my freedom

as I make love to it,

Thruxton in the backroads

dust in my trails,

foggy Ray-Bans and missed calls

is all I have left against my bank clause.

And, when it hits just right

the curvature of your hip

bending the space and time

dimensions in my hand...

I find the rythm every chance I get;

it's like a fusion of Buena Vista, Cohiba

and a bottle of Santiago de Cuba -

It's a liberating feeling

knowing I will be punished

for my wickedness.

It's a comfort almost;

my past haunting me,

a freedom like no other.

The thoughts are iron shackles

breaking with the strength

of my imagination.

It's a fulfilling feeling really,

a sick kind of gratification -

when I think of that day to come; I smile.

It's like a religious pilgrimage

and you're at the end

of your journey.

Your feet are bleeding,

your body is sore -

dehydrated for your God.

You look up - only knowing,

that the universe smiles at you