Sally
May as well leave your gentle white faced god asleep at home,
Your green loving goddess snoozing in a tree.
Come naked, come empty.
If you're looking for something more cosy,
a soft kiss is perhaps more advisable.
We're gonna shake your hand, and forget to let go for a while.
We're gonna whisper sweet everything's in your ear.
And scour you down at the gate...all the way down to your secrets.
Sometimes the leaves can get a bit thorny you know.
This won't hurt a bit.
YOU ALIEN, YOU REDUCED DRAGON.
We're gonna blow you up like a balloon, but that is what you asked for.
My brain shifts uncomfortably in it's chair.
It knows it has to go.
It stomps out of the room,
Ha, they laugh, I wonder if it will come crawling back this time?
Sure, I mutter, it has an old habit of creating itself.
So, poised, I seek the fine ritual magick,
only to end up sprawled inelegantly, grinning.
Being whispered away by a dream called reality.
What was so funny? I don't think I remember.
It was rare and elemental, words don't suffice.