Smooth silken dragon:
my body the movement of plasma
plastique terrorists’ bomb jelly
incites you your teeth a’savage infant pulling
me back into
yourself
your spinning
pelvis swiveling sooth
arabesques around my sliding
saline walls spurting a creamiing
rain forest of perfume hot up my mind
until the root of your body trills
inside a bursting bulb of my
breast a primal war between
to hurt me or annihilate
my hurt forever.

Either
our monsters totally
destroy us
or we learn to
love
then marry them.

I’m a bride
in a body suit of your foreskin
finer than the finest silks of China
more slippery than coconut milk flowing
over every crevice fold and vein
mold mole and mound
a new skin so alive
it breathes
or me.

Our wedding is Madness.

Medusa marries us
with her writhing hair of hissing
snakes entangled at our altar a slowly
spinning bed of petals soft
as nails which pierce us
with perfumed tips we scream
our vows.

You peel
your foreskin off me we
kiss our wedding kiss at both
ends you go down on the black lips
of my monster’s gaping gurgling greedy
torn mouth as you suck my lower lip down
to your merciless throat stretching me like some
African tribe stretches the lower lips
of their women I’m an African
queen distorted
by desire.

My mind
a slave enters
my haunches I mount our
semen-soaked bed on all fours
you kneel behind me a rising king victorious
in primal prayer slowly extending my vagina up
through my body to my mouth I am one
big hole filled with you a pain
so beyond pain you tear
me apart to make
me whole.

The bed careens.
There is no up or down.
I am no more.

What is
no longer erupts
into a trillion broken echoes
of laughter laughterlaughterlaaughter
lost low beyond thoughtless wisdom of
insane diamonds thrown clear
across the hard sky leaping
tears of light which
will not stop

Crumbling
the walls of our house
our ancient castle
our blown-up concrete fortress
our exploding geodesic pleasure dome
our corrupted Ritz-Carlton six-star hotel room
our tin hut burnt in the collapsing forest
our insane asylum where the scarred
mad are locked away.

With nowhere to go our beautiful monsters
take refuge in our non-existent bower
bed no one knows where or who
we are we erase the
blurred world.

Medusa stops her screaming
her snakes a crack-addicted chorus
embrace the bed spins faster and faster breaking
the sound barrier without wings…

She’s kept her secret
inadequate
to tell him.
That night
she came so softly.
Simply.
A silent palm
closing swiftly
inside the moon.

You see
she raised her eyes
to see him.
His eyes
were slit white.
Gone blind in her.
A ritual dancer
n deep throes of
God or death.

And she was so
flooded
with tearful joyful
wonder wondrous
that she
she was doing that
in you
that I closed
my eyes
to go
where you go

(oh magic flying horse
transport us
I want him to go
where he takes me
on wide wings)

And my face
went into yours.
And as
my mind opened
her mouth spread wet—
the moment soft sun
strikes
wild after rain.
And
she spilled
inside out,
filled
strong and unwilled,
grabbed down
inside
to embrace him.

And her coming
came upon me
untaught
as a child’s laughter.

And you came.
Exaltation.
A moment
we flew through.

And in that moment
the sea
in her gladness
was silent
rolled
with us
and was
still.