A night of Lust

 

We went to the church this night 

I've touched your hand in my silence 

You smiled 

Soft, radiant 

Like a full moon.

Seduction. 

Do you know that this

Is a type of memory 

Exclusively tied to the touch?

Haptic memory. 

We looked around

The miracle of the night 

The scents and

pollen of existence.

I am troubled

Immeasurably

By your eyes.

I caught 

A glimpse of her:

She looked so sad in this light 

Like a friendly hand

just out of reach.

A candle stranded on

This church.

Soon she will disappear

into the calm

morass

Stay!

My Wild Love!

Time searched the hallways

for a mind.

Hands kept time.

The climate altered like a

visible dance

When your eyes fight

To explain.

I wanted to take you 

Next to my chest.

The sound of 

Your heart beat 

Night-time women.

Wondrous sacraments of love.

I'm lost in the vanity

of the senses.

Have you ever seen "God"?

An angel runs

Through the sudden light

Through the church 

A ghost precedes us

A shadow follows us. 

Felt?

The Sun

The Moon

Heard? Music,

Voices

Touched? 

Your hand.

Tasted? 

water

And wine.

That’s how I met her,

lonely and frozen

And sullen

right from the start.

You want ecstasy

Desire,

Dreams.

The unfolding

instant of creation

Things are not exactly what they seem.

Mouth fills with

Taste of wine

A coin spins. The faces.

Two girls 

One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger.

The blonde one was called Endeavour

The brown one, Freedom .

We talked and they told me the story 

Of Venus Delta's.

Lust.

She holds back the urge to masturbate. 

I want you to touch me.

The still waters of your mouth 

Under the trick of kisses.

Confusion

No connections

Girl begins to bleed

She says her period

It's Church heaven. 

We are promised.

We of the purple glove

We of the starling flight

And velvet hour

We of arabic pleasures's night 

We of sundome and nights.

Where is the wine?

In that moment 

We were infinite.

What can I do so that will

somehow reach her

on a Sunday Morning

When she's already back?

I dropped by to see you

late this night-

She said -

But you were out, 

like a light

In its calm garden.

I wanted to feel your eyes on me

When I look away 

What are you dreaming about?

You asked-

I am a guide to the Labyrinth

Monarch of the Volatile towers

on this cold stone 

above the iron mist

sunk in its own waste

breathing its own breath.

I will show you the girls of the ghetto

I will show you the burning well

I will show you strange people

haunted, beast-like, on the

verge of evolution.

Look at the

Brothels.

You smell like love.

I’m alive. 

I’m Me!

Still laughing in the wind.