Preta! Not Naraka!

Leave my dark elongated presence!
Please!
You despise me and mock me,
My intelligence,
My fluid affairs.
I am beautiful
You never will be.

My wings are symbolic,
Your serrated jaw is laughable.
You poisonous woman,
oh you annoy me!
Next time when you feed
Just finish them off!
don’t suffer the blood to run dry.
you pass diseases that waste our source.
My enemy,
vector number one.
The Mosquito.

Yet at dusk;
we peruse the moping-guilty-masses,
feeding.
removing them to a higher state,
entranced, they are part of us.
Our noses seek that holy red.

I feed,
And like orange skin splitting
Forcing citrus spraying
Millions of dotted lines course through the air,
While an enveloping--slow--pulsing--muscle-like wave
compresses me
to what will be mine.

And so,
I grope her
And drag him.

You pierce her
And pierce him.

We remove our sustenance
That warm holy red.

How is this not naraka?

Now you
Vector two.
You sit atop and wait,
Anchor jaw prepared
to latch the ocean skin.
Such patience.
The Tick.

I extract with double precision
From the second highest species,
You, a mongre! I find
In my bird, in a bat.
From the lowest primal ring.
At least you cherish the sacred
As I do.

You cocoon in tall weeds.
I take pleasure in black velvet.
Yet our power at night
Is the same no matter
So I concede,
Our realm must be shared.

But,
I caress her
I bloody him.

You pierce her
You pierce him.

We remove our sustenance
The heated holy red.

How is this not Devas?

The Crow

The Crow swooped, dove, struck,
into the bed
That frigid night.
With your fingers crossed,
Halting your every word of light.
Wings are spreading
Beaks are pecking.
Of the 3 crows I know
The blackest crow you show.


A Faulted crow.
Just one letter short of
Nobility.
But you’re
Black, black, black,
Fragility,
Made you
Pulse, pulse, pulse,
Here with me.


Your 2 ounce promise is left in the office,
To be devoured in steam.
The bed is not so clean.
The claw markings, I left you bleeding,
By dragging you east and scratching.
A black fog advances
a flock of thousand wings of tornado movement.
The crows dashed your family red,
That fleeting moment in bed.

Gravitates and Devours.

I see two;
Only two.

I hear two;
Only two.

I feel two;
Only two.

My worm has turned on itself this hour.
Perhaps some of his skin is still pale gray.
I didn’t notice.

Yellow warms, drains, moves, enters, insulates,
gravitates, organizes, devours.
Not for me.

This hour
the only messenger is an icy drift
of silence.

I see two;
Only two.

I hear two;
Only two.

I feel two;
Only two.

Not three.

The knife

I let you pass a little too deep
The knife I was supported on.

You passed my skin,
quickened by blood.
Scraping my bone,
I accepted the steel.
Splitting my muscle, open my tissue;
Arriving and breaching
my deepest and thickest vein.

Even Deeper still I helped you in.
Giving instructions to guide you; I sung you in,
To internalize your way; to eternalize your way.
You may be very keen,
To some a nerd, or a freak.
Still my sense is further unseen.

You touched to pierce my intelligence
My true identity,
You pushed against my fences.
And I love you for this.

These roots and branches, this tree.
It is real and not a dream.
someday you too will see.

now.
I sleep to wake you out of my breast,
You hungry, spark spreading dog.

Fast Food

Naturally he stops to choose meat,
After passing so much fulfillment earlier.
Meat is good, meat is heavy.
Meat, meat, meat.
The second controller to life
Repeats.

Casually she empties her groceries
Carrots on a table
Cauliflower on a chair
Red grapes on the floor
It spills.

an appendage now leads them
And so we learn
Meats and vegetables and fruits,
Don’t mix.

The blanket

Its four corners aroused,
Lifted with my vibrant finger,
Touching her.
An octopus would be jealous.
Your fluidity of movement above me.
I watched it begin as your navel muscle contracted.
Affected and spinning,
I place you on my finger,
I’m so happy you are extending.
Four corners split and separate.
I am beneath you.
Keep spinning, but only slowly.
Gyrate, suppress, gyrate.
I am beneath you carried away;
Carried away.
My arm extended, I balance you on my finger
I feel the small grooves and knits,
I feel it all.

Passing on top of my index receiver.

I’m so glad to see this finally come
The down pour I’ve been waiting for.

All Designs aren’t Pretty

A lazy lizard slithered away
on a neon-white friend
carried by the televised current.

The other side.

The lizard stood on a broken wall
with a slanted décor sparkled-decoy-pad.
the lizard stands exserted toward fall
we wait, we wait.
She is not ready to be

Scavenger.

To hunt what’s hidden in the decrepit wall
find meaning of the stupid slant, if there really is one.
As it appears to be
This all-pathy lizard carries on her
That ever increasing slant.
she’s not comfortable there
Broken by this slant
she sees the meaning that evaded her.
Not as before
She crawls fighting in her current
This lazy, now slanted lizard, searching the womb.

The Cloth

I Pulled, I tugged,
the white cloth from you,
my dearest one.
My hand caressed, and sifted, was made able.
I pulled.
you laid,
resting. Lifted slightly above me.
The white handkerchief I pulled and held before me.
I cry for you,
a joyous cry.
All pain, all turmoil, all shaking, all fear, lay captured,
in here,
the white cloth, the handkerchief.
Removed.

Yet like large, black, horrendous clouds lifted,
The torrent of this cloth must fall back,
Down. Striking dry ground.
The necessity.

In brevity of moment, I waved the cloth on myself.
my body to take every inch.
My courage took place by your new face.
Toppled by my fear with my future’s embrace.

I cried.
but not joyously.

My anguish took hold of me,
as I might let you down.
the cloth must fall now.
please let me be.

Dashing right into me,
rushed back to my senses,
A torrent did come, but not what I expected.
I saw a rock breaking, in the dark garden beneath.
The moon.
The cloth must fall.
It must fall on him.
And so it entered.
it entered, the cloth and all.
Craters deepened, body pulsed, and liquid passed.

This time
I cried again.
a joyous love,
for her, for him, for me.