The Mistress of Dreams came to me
in unsettled sleep; visitor in the shape
of my dark sister discreetly creepy forward,
Blazing-eyed Succubus to have her way
w/ me; her maiden attendants
tidying up my room w/ a female touch;
renting my bed-garments from my back,
Her claws piercing my chest even as she complains
That my body is not hairy as the satyr’s
She ***** off readily; yet it is for me
that she has come down secretly
from her white palace where moon-****
no earthman could stomach fills her divine lungs
w/ smoke so thick & subduing, I nod off,
thoughts languorous; her harsh whispering in my ear;
my merely human eyes cannot perceive her;
no, her shadowy shape-shifting
is beyond my comprehension &
I fall out of bed onto the floor planting my face
at her mottled feet & suddenly I am in love,
reeling as Eros & Pan enlisted to her ****** cause
Hold me down while the Mistress of dreams
Has her way w/ me and it seems every man
whom ever lived; ever breathing the sultry air
of toddler-earth just learning to spin,
getting used to its permanent stalking of the sun;
Apollo on his temple throne wondering
who’s that girl sneaking through the garden,
peering at him through the open window
although absent eyes; Apollo knowing better;
she doesn’t need eyes to see & he brings her a cup
ambrosia personally; drunk on Mead the Norse-god
hatchlings run amok & Apollo’s Witnesses
the priestesses of Indra quietly read their Gitas
before she jumps me in the dark