Babylon

Babylon...pleasurous retreat
I want to write you so bad
But my loving ink is held back
I cannot bear it to be shed
On paper
It is shining...dead.

Let my love remain virgin
Everything alive trembling
Tumultuous ...water falls in the brain...
Soft thoughts slither south
The uncoiling serpent held in

Meadows of seduction knolls of grassy contemplation...cloudy benediction
Leaves rustle my unrest...
Yet softly whisper vespers..

Feathery tendrils... joy floats high
With ease
Black fingers of unease disturbing.

I watch the soulful wind play
Upon my feelings
melodious fanciful pleas...pliant violin.

My fingertips extend...my hair streams...
The ground is my heart wet
With tears...
Pockets of divinity blaze through
Patchworks of  sky...

Rushing into my vaccum...
An insane affinity internally
rises up...

from fretworked crevices
Of unknowable aspiration.

I'm infinite shells..
Hollow dolls within
Dolls...
And at my core
a lithe dancing pagan
Dark with misery
gyrates its salutations
Feasting upon
Life
Zest fully.

Nor am I satiated
Or the hunger appeased
Life short and sweet
I will not sin
Against you...
I am the living beat
Pulse...drum...
Light giving darkness
Irradiating heat...

I am.

Afterlife fades
In comparison
to the Now
The lucid simplicity of my
dangerous awareness
My momentous dance
Staged  by  this Universe...
Ends...
Not in anger
Not in deliverance
Not in futile promises
But in  throbbing
Sorrow...
Exhilarating impermanence
My fragile existence.

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