I am made for love
simply to be swallowed
inside flame
but without burning
too crisply
feeling just east of
too much pain
I would **** it all down
I would take it all in
I would ingest that
subtly powerful potion
fling inhibition
to the winds
run through storms
and swim through
murky, wild ocean
I would don both wings and
antler, or horns
just to show you my
animal instinct
I would sniff you out
in a hidden thicket
of thorns
even if physically
it's distant
I would sway my hips
join the gypsies
in their dance
I would get naked
in the river,
hypnotized by the moon's
seductive trance
I would cross the
longitudinal division
to cup my hands
around your face
slice through ********
with quick precision
if it threatened
our sacred space
I would take my sword
and cut any signal
that destroyers
laid in path
I would challenge
the logical probabilities
of looking into your eyes
or placing my hands
upon you
(so **** what if it defies
the math)
The glorious point
of what I am saying
as I trip myself
through you and
fully live it
is that my stars ignite
the power
of this
liberation of
tightened,
connected spirit
and I am not giving up
I am not succumbing
to the sirens' call
of demise
Just watch me
bound out
from behind
the slippery
precipice
and see
my spirit rise
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
I am made for love
simply to be swallowed
inside flame
but without burning
too crisply
feeling just east of
too much pain
I would **** it all down
I would take it all in
I would ingest that
subtly powerful potion
fling inhibition
to the winds
run through storms
and swim through
murky, wild ocean
I would don both wings and
antler, or horns
just to show you my
animal instinct
I would sniff you out
in a hidden thicket
of thorns
even if physically
it's distant
I would sway my hips
join the gypsies
in their dance
I would get naked
in the river,
hypnotized by the moon's
seductive trance
I would cross the
longitudinal division
to cup my hands
around your face
slice through ********
with quick precision
if it threatened
our sacred space
I would take my sword
and cut any signal
that destroyers
laid in path
I would challenge
the logical probabilities
of looking into your eyes
or placing my hands
upon you
(so **** what if it defies
the math)
The glorious point
of what I am saying
as I trip myself
through you and
fully live it
is that my stars ignite
the power
of this
liberation of
tightened,
connected spirit
and I am not giving up
I am not succumbing
to the sirens' call
of demise
Just watch me
bound out
from behind
the slippery
precipice
and see
my spirit rise
