cymbals and the concubines of hope

and now that i am plunged in ur folds this warm morning;

growing afternoon in the shade of ur lashes;

my seed joyously rushing all over my body into you

my face buried deep within the curves of your neck

and ur body like a serpent's next to mine;

ancient gyrations, ancient pleasures

let me fill up my heart in love;
let me offer it with my tears to you;
let my soul be cracked open,
to be laid at ur feet today...

and let ur lily toes kick away the cinders of my mortal fire;
my passion;
my blood red flower;
my lily that bleeds
take me, make me yours this morning
that i may see the afternoon through the shade of your lashes;