So here I am, in the future; everything is shiny
and the traffic is in the sky,
The revolution didn't come and now
the people with all the toys
dance on our memories and laugh.
The rest of us, shorn of our locks and
once mighty powers,
spend the rest of our days,
eyeless in Gaza,
grinding grain at the mill.

I know you are out there
howling in the darkness,
Moonlight glinting in your
eyes of blackest opal,
With the sweet scent of
blood in your nostrils,
you wait like Anubis,
Guardian of the Scales,
to determine whether
my soul is heavier
than an ostrich feather

We look into each other’s eyes
Green mixes into blue,
You kiss me, I bite you
Breaking the skin,
Your blood on my lips
The butterfly between your thighs
Gently flutters its wings
Sending shockwaves throughout your body
I feel the beast in me rise
Tonight, you are the orchard
And I am the snake
And all of your apples
Are mine to take