There is a high garden unspoken of
where a lady in black and gold
is sleeping amongst the wines
wake her with kiss on her belly
and see the dragon soil in her eyes
roaring at the wind and sky.
Behold I am the piercer and deflector
the possessor and the banisher,
the swirling waves of rhytm & sound
in between the empty space
the breaking of the horizons
in the abyss of the minds eye.
Her hair is weaved around the arches
of the pearly gates below
the three pink dots entwined
the purity of the mountain stars
jewel of the wilderness
all-gaze, hypnotized - songs of desire
"I am the nakedness of the earth
stripped of inhibitions
the moistness of my womb
the oni-sexuality of my body
high priestess of pleasure
the devourer of all things and not."
The watery garments flowin' aroun' her
like seaweed in the ocean
the scent of shrimps
and her voice an eccho from the
great trenches below
a meteor in the well of wishes
These words she uttered to me:
"I'm the guardian of the Pho-nix
the rift in the abyss
Speak not of me as she - but Thou
for the earth is the belt
I carry around my breasts and waist.
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