Poetry & Art of the Intelligently Erotic
Issue 4.1
D.C. Lynn - Love of the West Wind
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The karma that went down
meeting her
was stupor
consciousness
living and dreaming dreams
It seemed her verse
her lines
encompassed the life form
the breath of the Goddess
She was my Lilith made flesh
She was the sum total of piercing bovine eyes that sliced-open
my craving for sleep without dreams
My desire to know her
to enter her
to fill her up with
my vain and pointless clout
of barrenness
found me in the quarter of her desire
beyond love
To bind my juices of desiccation
with flowers from her tree of life
to know the sinews of her brain
to drink from the river of her humility
consumed me
To feel her prick the roses from the barren stem
of my ego
my vanity
engendered all want
She only laughed
and pressed my mouth to hers
and put me inside her almost violently