Heat bleeds oer this skin of grace
Touches flesh to a feathered vine
Drinks a kiss into the melt of my heart
Pressing its scent to the seal of white fire

Set bare to the bone breast of sentience
My exalted naked and *****
Spins on its steel spine
The soul gasping its pang
Hung in the paralysed emptiness of space

Curing her thirst into my flesh
She charges my surrender
Whipping her currency thru my breached body
Waves of 3 to the skull
3 to chest
3 to belly and root
Side to side up to down
Nite into day
Chasing white fire to the 4 winds

Ancient tongues squirm and squeal
Letching rancid on swallow spittle and ****
Fetching to the wake of a voiceless thunder
Heaving forth on the masters spill
Commanding its spawn to its lotus feet
Daring the speak into silent recoil
Purging tempt and trickery into deaf repose

Swift as swallow
White as feather
Sweetened to her suckled heather
Death be sown to 7 seeds
barron be the black of eve

I found the door to heaven.
When I close my eyes and sleep
I see the door to heaven in my dreams;
don’t tell those that hate and the tax
collectors; they will ruin my heaven
like they ruin my home here on earth.
Last night I used the door in
my dream to enter my heaven;
I won’t let the cat out of the
bag but I came out of my heaven
and dreams with my demons exorcised
and a foolproof plan for the future.
This morning I heard a singer singing
that she was riding a Cadillac in
her dreams; well maybe she too
has found the door to her heaven
in her dream. As the saying goes,
“What works for Peter may work for
Paul.” So everyone should search for
the door to their heaven in their dreams,
for in dreams, heaven is within reach.