Sep 24, 2005 03:45
Isn’t it funny when you feel like you feel like you couldn’t feel any bigger than this, wider than this-and the happy-the bliss when the smile stretches you lips wider brighter and you want to breathe in every drop of the sweat and you breathe in breathe out heavier now all you do is look at the stars at the moon and you open your mouth and hoooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll loud as you can till your voice fills the sky with the echoing cry telling everyone I’M HERE and I’m happy at last and you just want to make this last but it goes faster past you and you spin as it zooms by and the tribal primal animal vibe still pulses low in the gully of your sex throbbing in the throat of your belly in the swirl of your neck in the hollow of your mouth in the screaming of your brain till it gushes like blood pouring out the eyes of idols in the one true church where the lovegoat whistles on-blowing souls through the reeds to the nymphs in the trees and they come to him-cum to him-I come to him-cum to him-I come to home-I’m home. I love you, breathing next to you, feeling the loss of the soul possession, wondering how I came to be so lucky as to have it pass through me into you. Watching the something of slip-slop creation dancing in shadows across the top of the room, wondering what it is and where it will go, and how far, and how high will it climb-and one day-one day a magical mystical meshing of meat will make a shadow to overreach the stars-and that is when the world will come into being.