i feel her gently. kneading her.
it’s harvest time and she is ripe and bearing fruit.
she is spread out, for me.
and i caress her into it. i feel her gently. kneading her, lighting her on fire.
let me have a taste. she is ignited. sweet mary. she hisses. sweet mary.
i breathe her in, she’s slowly taking me there, turns me on with her love.
takes me to paradise.

you always said you were a trickster, i guess i should have known better,
continually pushing the boundaries even if it was in spite of your own,
paradoxical, hypocritical, with you,
if i think i won then i really lost, for succumbing to your games
if i think i lost i really won, for not falling into your trap
my hermes, i saw you deeper than you even know.
the illness that plagues you, how you decieved yourself
you always said you were a trickster, i guess i should have known better

when you're tumbling down it makes sense not to grab
the nearest person close to you
you're like sisyphus but you've let that boulder force you downhill

how many times do you have to be burned

before safeguarding is an instinctive reaction

effective communication is

a singed hand trying to grasp

this head i hold

it isn’t all me

this body i’m in

im not entirely it

these eyes i use

cant see all

these ears

won’t hear all

this heart

lets emotions reign

what’s real is

not words

or thoughts

or feelings

or surroundings

there’s always more than this

this is not all there is

because we cannot grasp all there is,

see the dreaming of the dream

unexpectedly fell into it
disarmingly your eyes see me, whole
i've always been a faithless lover
until now
lost myself in love

there is no need for a religious space when
when all space is holy
there is no need for a blessed land
when all land is sacred
there is no need for a holy day
when all days are spiritual
all life is divine
everything in the most subtlest sense is God