Give Me Your Hand

Night breaks.

The moon, she takes pretty selfies

If she can catch the perfect pitch of light

And she blushes.

You sleep

in sanctimonious second-sight,

Breathing eidetic dreams.

I love your Boschian garden abstract delights!

Sweet sky-clad flesh!

Light shifts the dizzying heights,

I spy a mole on your breast. Your chaste

Fruit dainty and full-light skyfall diamonds rise

And break the diamonds to

Recreates the light

Of your eyes'

Ancient cadence's sound off in glass,

Vanishing like ghost piano bars.

Settled stars, stained with blood. Stained with morphine spikes and Xanax bars.

My love

This moment, 'donne moi la main',

And you will feel hot currents through the blood

Flooding the veins of twin-flame lovers;

The scarlet blood that drains the seraphim.

Tonight, it is only us; no guardians, no soldiers of God,

I want you mine and I want you sinful.

I want you out in the night where it’s dangerous; spontaneous;

And when I doff your robe I want the angels gone;

fleeing from your sweet, secret spots,

So I may infuse you in love fermata;

You come at me with your eye of Ra,

Jutted as God's breath;

These hot never-setter star

Constellations

drunk in a squandering darkness haze.

I swim within you:

your sleep, your bed,

Upon your choral coruscated flow

Flirtation.

I dive inside your shekhinah,

I swim the gypsy riverbed

Renouncing all gods,

Stained with the oily blood of the earth.

Time; writhing; splashes in shallow

Time, non-existent- seems to, but does not follow.

I should have been the more loving one.

"Already your horn has been raised,"

I could not love you any less

Than he claims to love his children.

But I can make you more ravishing than anything!