Saturday, November 22, 2008

Ishtar of the Inner West.


Cool kisses
beneath my skin.
I spread my wings,
you sink within

the storm that rages
between my thighs.
The colour bleeds
from out my eyes.

Because I settle on the beast I find in you,
my dark and brooding monster.

Thieves (in silence, 
that shell my harbour) 
feel so turgid 
in lustful ardour. 

A raunchy burlesque 
cabaret: 
I take them home.
I fuck all day. 

I fornicate with the florid flurry assembled,
in a manner that would make Venus blush.

I fuck the elements,
with my quickening breath give birth
to the stars, to the moon, and to the Earth.
The liquid cosmos is pulsing alive,
the micro and macrocosmic
are becoming intertwined.

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