You = Respectful, Understanding, Kind, Free, Individual. You make me free. You make me happy.

Every atom belonging to me and its bonds,

trembles to the thought of you.

The universe rapes me with its vibrating electricity.

Sensation is saturated.

It feels like eternity is collapsing upon my soul.

like a newborns cry, my eyelashes weep your name.

You and I living a day in simplicity.

A day in February,

Where the wind gives birth to lavender and mint.

I am lying bare-skinned in our white leaves.

long sinuous brown hair rested upon my shoulders and *******.

I bear your son.

You lay over and below me,

Brushing your deep puce lips

upon the frail roots maturing within me;

a wonder of the universe.

“My Queen”

you refer to me with such truth.

I see your humble black eyes and your child-like smile.

My burning rays send upon your face pure innocence.

Your eyes tell me two love stories.

Your demon holds me out of fear.

I see the way your love for me has arrived to its eminence.

for a man to witness such a goddess,

holds the depth of the universe.

aware, my pagan bows down to me.

Lover, you must sustain the nobility your soul possesses

for this warrior empress

carries the weight of

the sun in her womb;

awaiting to set a king ablaze

in this blessed state

my skin coruscates with youth and peace.

my identity screams power.

you my dear,

you whisper love.

-Arizona

I apologize for my thoughts and my actions

But you must understand that I am what they call a man.

And no matter how perfect any woman thinks iam,

I might as well be nonexistent.

For women are the most alluring, sinful ,angelic animals on earth.

I am simply bewitched by your existence.

I can not resist directing an ******* daydream,

Every seven minuets.

The being of your facts,

Makes me want to fall to my death beneath your feet

Something about those hills

That makes my teeth want to sink into my lips.

That voice makes me want to do one thing:

Hear it moaning.

No matter how hard I attempt to be an angel,

My devil enduringly conquers.

We refuse to admit that a

woman is stronger than a man.

We could easily succeed

in having a human being develop

Inside of us and painfully ****** it out of a diminutive hole

Nine physically and emotionally draining months later.

“We could probably do it better than you can.”

We just act ignorant and

Heedlessly assume what is logical;

However, in the reaction center,

that every man denies,

lives the manifest verity that:

Women.

Are.

Stronger.

To be born into a stormy emotional spectrum

With color and darkness

Alone shelters the truth for you.

Fact: A man does use his small head much more often then

His actual head, simply, because men don’t know how to use it.

How convenient it is to be born with two heads.

let its roots anchor into your minds and consume your conscious.

-Arizona

Take me to your room.

Let me through the doors

where your adventures run

barbaric and sinful;

and the opposite of that.

The core of your imagination

where the mountains grow heavy

Where you dream in endless dimensions.

I am the innocent corruptor of your lands.

Take me to the deepest caves of your secrets

Take me to the tallest mountain

enclosed by the heaviest Cimmerian clouds

cascading your loudest tears of sadness,

then lead me across your sturdy bridge

where the tears fall with joy and laughter.

I want to take it all in

Steal your thoughts and paint

a picture using you as my only instrument.

I am the innocent corruptor of your lands.

Let me step inside your little universal island

Where your password is …

And words are used silently

Our language is silence and poetry,

Emotion is felt in its severest

I want to visit every season through your eyes

I want to meditate with your greens and blues

Swim through your a thousand suns

dive off of cliffs and fall into a sea of honey

Stand on trees positioning The Vitruvian Man

and let the bees shower us clean- how natural is this in your world.

Let us walk through the desert of confusion,

where my name is crying out in pain-

in this expanse you suffocate,

for my name alone binds

around your throat and tugs.

and I am the innocent corruptor of your lands.

With this land I shall leave alone.

I want to lay asleep with you hand in hand

and watch our souls exit our bodies together

hand in hand creating a portal of another land.

This shall be a dream alone.

A dream within a dream

perhaps we go back to the end of a cold November

and attend your birth and steal the tears of delight

You are a universe of three worlds, and within them is infinity

You are so young and unaware

of what I planted in you.

I am the author of your being.

Grow into me and I will watch you like a mother

and raise you as a madman.

Take me by my spirit and watch me

illuminate yours with my black lotuses

that bloom within me attached to the veins of my soul.

Sleep under the orange blossomed moon.

Lay while I embed this into you, lover child.

I will forever be the corruptor of your lands.

-Arizona

Lady, will you join me with a cigarette?

Will you share a kiss?

Will you hold my hand ?

And listen to my echoing abyss

Will you touch me here and there?

And have a quick stare

Oh wont you please braid my hair?

Will you have a sweet conversation?

With out your heart bursting in inflammation?

Will you laugh and sigh with me?

over a cup of jasmine tea

Or maybe some coffee?

Will you, lady?

-Arizona

I hold this in the creases of my palms;

The book of a creature who

eats the glittering horns of a devil.

I’ve witnessed the trees

weep where she will rest.

I’ve watched the stars

cascade from the sky

and rupture into her eyes

the morning she was born;

The same hour morning gave birth

to a sea of  her whispering fragrance.

The moon is where she folds

and envelopes the secrets of a prayer .

And we all will wait,

We all will wait

Where she takes her ***** and breath.

Cities ablaze and words ignite.

From underneath wounded heels

the world weaves a shrill tremble.

Fate twists and collides like

an eclipse shackling death.

And her flesh, her flesh is where the

violent pomegranates erupt nectarous words

Of forbidden languages,

Silent soliloquies of poetry

echo from between the arches of the

gothic cathedrals carved into her deathly collarbones.

Her breath melts the blood of man

For she is what holds the sun

And teems forth the spring of truth

From beneath the land of cinderous lies,

Where the starving incubi fornicate

And sit heavy upon the hissing

nightmares of beautiful women.

Men helplessly comply to the

catharsis in her brief passing.

The mouths of women bleed

and spines erode to her paralyzing current.

There are those who wish to tear her poetic guts

and wear them as victory crowns and armored robes

Those who dream of bathing in their triumph of her death

And those who desire to drain the mysteries of her sky

A sky of  roses made of stars

A sky of birthing constellations

A sky of dawn goddesses

I wish for this to rotate vagrant and mangle

The ill hearts who wish to rip

heavens body in one syllable.

-Arizona

I’ve tasted your tears

Drank from you soul

Swam through the years

Of your woman hole

I’ve spoken to your skin

Named your body Yin

This is beyond thee original sin.

Come, take my hand

We’ll run away and expand

raise a child with the wolves

Steal this body of land

build a home out of this tree

Fill it with poetry and books

Exist in complete anarchy

We’ll be the towns rooks

Scream through the evening deserts

And summon the shooting stars.

Make love with the fire

Leave my body with scars.

Breathe in the wild

Let it run through our blood

Entertained like a child

Who romps in the mud

We shall live as starving artists

Yet enriched and wealthy from our great minds

Pray to the sun and bless the water

Keep the mountains young with our spellbinds

Bleed ink from our mouths of sonnets and runes

Kiss the dawn and bring her death

giving birth to Aquarian silver moons

-Arizona

Your travel has given me freedom.

But what is freedom when

you possess a soul divided?

What is the chronic sea without

its unfathomable dominions?

My soul is thirsty for you.

My cold and naked ankles mope

around your desolated castle;

Jinn, dust, and piercing silence is all that echoes

in this darkened dungeon that I have succumbed to.

And then there is me.

A heavy-laden wasted artist with

Spiny paintbrushes and faded color.

I refuse to leave the spaces that you read and play.

I refuse to exhale the memories of your sky painted blue irises.

My skin hungers for your delicate surface.

My teeth long to bite into your fleshy thighs.

In the hour of the noontide I feel you most

For our souls sahasrara blooms colorfully in the hour

Of the sun-the ancient mother of our roots weaves  

Love with all of loves children and meets us with pneumatic cosmic kisses.

This is when I feel closest to you.

Without you, the world is just as it seems;

the sun burned into cinders,

Leaving the crops belonging to the sacred

soils of my flesh to prune and wither .

Ay! the droughts that you spread with your distance.

These are the days of my reaping

These are the days of my sulking.

The gardens are now closed and the

black raven cries out to a mournful mothers son.

Your scent died along with the laughter of the flowers

And the butterflies wont even flutter

Without your lovely eyelash kisses.

To live another day without the energy

Your presence fills my heart with,

Is to live an eternity hugging

Your coffin with sobbing rage;

fain would I take deaths hand.

The suffering of your glorious dawn

Wedded the universe deep beneath my skin.

You are the light,

And the absence of your holiness

leaves me opaque and hollow.

In my solitude I have watched the hours burn

And in each hour your fragrant sighs

escape with the dust motes

Surrounding the beaming light that

breaks through the cracks of the curtains.

I sit in the depth of myself

And listen for the echoes of your sounds.

A mother am I and a pitiful one too.

Like the rawboned mother with sunken eyes

carrying a baby in the womb, draining all of

the nutrition her body has to offer,

Your distance maps a massacred trail

Of my health and happiness.

You are the mother of patience

And the descendent of beauty and love.

You are the tsunami, and the still waters.

You are the uprising cub leading and mending.

You are the sap that feeds the giving tree of life.

You are the prince of wisdom.

You are

My flesh

In purest form.

- Arizona