The ghosts float about sometimes above my head sometimes in my chest they wrap themselves Oh to be lycan I saw a wolf in the northwest covered with snow blue eyes looking right through me as if to say wake up you stupid human stuck in the mud float in snow my man! I feel the heat on my inner thighs creeping upward tickling enticing as if the summer is trying to peak its head through cold winter soil the shiny black snake coils around my ankles squeezes telling me to be not afraid of the primordial divine impulse to take my earthiness and embrace it bring it to the heavens where it belongs with my spirit.
The Woman
The long thin silk scarf around her neck ***** and flies off her left shoulder like angel wings in the wind caresses my cheek and neck wants me within her feminine self. Ah! what sweetness to behold! her soft skin gentlizes me takes my hairy clunky body lifts it into my dreams into her moistness.
Awake
And now I am awake to spring in its irrepressible green daffodils at the base of the pear tree direct my eyes from earth to sky like an organic gothic arch long puffy clouds stand still against the bright azure sky heaven on earth.
I wasn’t sure I could allow myself anymore the freedom to just let my mental images take me, line to line. I have to say I am a tiny bit surprised. Inspired by M-E’s poem, Night of the Beheaded Flower p.03 Final