The poet and her muse, muse wildly
Along silly chords, her silly body
With breathing pores and sensuality For the sake of our little lives that gets wrung out of breath Eventually
I want alcohol and lust!
I want sobriety and trust
I want to fuck! fuck! fuck!
I want to be fetal in the womb and know nothing of flesh
These seismic depths love me
A polar dance, a magnet waltz
One weak link and I'd rip apart
My guts would burst out like Mardis Gras confetti!
Oh! Madness it would be! A filigree of bile and sinew!
Torching up the sky for miles My beating heart an orchestra!
Filling up minds like fishbowls
I want the Sahara across the surface of my hand
I want to take the Great Ocean to battle
With sheets of Earth as my falchion and mace
I would grapple the seas and ravage its twists
It would be bliss! Bliss to do this!