Your existence has recited to me
the working book of oracles,
Of the constellations immersed in
Ablaze triumph within the cosmos.

You have shown me the nebulae
Through the windows of
your cruel chest.
Your tongue reads the scriptures
Of the silent black waters,
Sacred black holes.

You have left a voice inside
of my metal core that brings my
stiff cage of bones to a tremble.

You have generously
rained your tears
Into my soils that have
Awakened this pathetic drought.

You have thoughtfully plucked
your delicate pedals to exalt
My ancient rib cage.

You are the queen of creatures in my unstable lands.

Between birth and death
lies the intricate manifestation
of our rituals.

I ask for permission to
conceive you into my womb.
I want to feel our cultivating roots
secure as one,
Into two breathing forms.
Let me give birth to you
so that I may know you
from the inside out- in the literal sense.
Bring me to the threshold of suffering labor,
So that we may share pure adoration .
Let me adorn you with my secretion and madness
And finally when I sway you in my arms,
Sing to me the poem of your being

I plant kisses of peach blossom
upon your eyelids.
Speak to me the language of the flowers
By which you are a native.

In between lost lovers
Rests our hearts.
Names and words patterned
into our wrists.
We lay like dead corpses
With awaken minds.
Our lights roam
Each to a galaxy
Given to me by your *****.

We await dawn
To dance with the demons
Welcoming The fire fusing element
That sustains the very madness of my being.
I will cast you down with the sun lights
And dance around you like an ablaze frenzy
Presenting a newborn still to life.

-Arizona