Make Love from War

by the banks of your cascades i stand -- peering through a rippling image of what's familiar to search the depths for something new -- my spear steadily raised as alien motion stirs within your subtle waters

then i spot an elusive piscal silhouette darting under the lush moss -- a desire i have yet to partake

and so i strike -- as any amphibian might -- to pluck at a damselfly humming shyly with glistening wings that reflect the same blue of tundra droplets in the morning dew

euphoric pollen sticks to my buzzing body and i cannot break the spell of your hypnotic venus petals -- they enfold my fuzzy members and swallow me whole -- me and my premium black sting

sparking stars fall like the warsong of ragnarok upon my swelling comet -- my horn thrusting through that celestial canopy at lightning speed to reach your pulsar core just on time -- like an arrow with its eye upon a prancing deer in emerald woods

i trample wildly like dionysus pressing grapes -- the purple sensuality of your cosmic royalty staining my fingers and my lips -- your mulberry leaves become my silk until i am so ecstatic i drop my divine saddhu crown and forget all prohibition like adam among liliths fairies -- drunk on whispers that compel me to devour your ripe red fruit

and then -- at the last minute I pull back -- becoming a still cloud that overshadows your desert interior -- building up in glory until I release my first potent drop of ganga -- which rejuvenates the succulents of your wasteland in that final second before our love dies -- rejuvenating your exotic egyptian veins

in that very moment -- when you gasp for air as if you'd been a land loving mermaid desperately rising from the depths for an eternity -- i penetrate your tree of life like a bolt of electrifying illumination

against the hues of midnight kisses satiation shines from your face in the prebirth of a new sun

what a glow -- as your milky ways burst forth their cornucopias of pleasures -- my own titan existence dwarfed by the pressure of your collapsing star almost to the point of cathartic annihilation

my moon has been stolen away from its orbit -- a new force of gravity pulling it insatiably closer in a spiral of sticky web between your golden beams -- until it crashes upon your fire and melts like a spoonful of ghee into the sizzling aromas of your irresistable recreativity