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Satan in a Red Crimson Dress

while deep deep asleep
a beautiful woman appeared
with silky black hair
shinning like licorice lacquer,
crystal blue eyes,
cherry plush lips
silver iced razor blade earing's
knuckled skull ring through her nose
and an undulating golden snake spiral wrapped around her throat
slinky like a spry kitten, and demure in form
with curving hips
in a slow-motion sway

falling up
i'm light like a puff cloud
in skin that fires the night
as walls faded and symmetries cascaded into spiraled eddies

she whispered
high handsome hows it hangin
in a voice like elevator music
come to momma
she called in a jealous growl

yes, mama, i said
trembling with love
as jungle vines
wrap like a circulating boa
inhabiting me

oooooowww
mama what a thrill
i wept
i breathe her in like dusty cocaine
garden roses and fertile earth

i've come for you my darling she said
you want me, don't you?
biting her lips
with big hopeful eyes

oh yeah i do
i'm in love with you
i've always loved that dark thing that limps within me
i whispered

she smiled rubbing my oiled cock
with long-fingered strokes glaring

well i love you too sweet boy

we kissed so softly, so warm, so slow, and fragrant
deliriously voluptuous
her tongue
like a fluttering wing in flames
her kisses
gleaming razor bites that excite with pain

she looked at me quizzically
muttering
there's something funny about you
crazy boy

what, i said
funny to
Satan in a Red Crimson Dress?

you're not right, i cant find your soul
she exclaimed, panicked
oh that, i said
look closer my love
i held her hard into me
like solder fuses metal
look deep between my eyes

ho
ho
ho
hole
holy
holeeee
shit
she said
her eyes shapeshifted into black electrical tape
as her head exploded into flames

what do you see, i asked?
she studied the inside of my skull
like a Williamsburg
diamond dealer

thine eye is single
the self-effulgent light
irreducible and perfect
shining greater than a million suns
you're a fuckin cyclops
with divine sight

fuck me, she squealed
i've always wanted to fuck God
i'm your
S&M
baby
queen snake belly dancer from hell
and there's nothing you can't do

so
we fucked like colliding suns
brooding bleeding dying being born
born-less
tears fell like sheets of glass
constellations gave birth to constellations
and
reanimated endlessness

we missed each other
my sweet darkling Nuit
i groaned

oh yes
my beautiful lord
she sobbed

and we drowned in each other's embrace
in tears that reunite
tears of enormous pain
tears of unfathomable love

i held her, our lips leapt wild tongues
our genitals consuming each other like fire melts stone

cratered moons shook the worlds of men to pieces
and all creatures melded
all nouns became verbs
high and low fell vanquished
heads and tails faced each other
darkness and light clutched in copulation
good and evil merged
all spines of fire
and up through the skull
beyond the vails of paradise
convulsing in endless incalculable raging orgasms
quickening eternal multiplying force
giving birth to endless chromatophore's of incandescent sky
that expanded both in volume and rectitude

dis-juncture became infinite smoothness
history stopped repeating itself
consciousness and subconsciousness became indistinguishable
three dimensions became innumerable
cats fucked dogs
planets ceased crossing each other
escalation heaped on escalation
physics gave birth to trans physics
and everybody understood everything
without a single thought

we cuddled up sweet as candy
kisses never ceasing
and all of time disappeared

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This poem is a metaphor for the ascent of the serpent power Kundalini and has sexual comtent
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Comments

But quite unique. I do get the tantric associations of orgasms and mystical unions.

My first suggestion is one I've mentioned in a few of your other poems, to catch some of the images which may be freely associated but don't fit the mood of the poem."cool Jazz" sounds like elevator music. "Williamsburg diamond dealer" is only understandable by a unique group of New York Jews, and out of place. Eyes Shapeshifting ( a star trek word) into black electrical tape...too much a stretch, to use a pun.
I have no issue with the rawness of sexual visions, it is something most of us find difficult to explore in poetry.
I am reminded of Plato's vision of reincarnation- that the soul after wandering about will confront the universe of copulations and whichever the soul sees it will be part of that connection of the fertilized seed. I've often considered in that respect I may one day be a Wildebeast. Time will tell.

Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

Haahaa :) Even though, not your intent I loved the off kilter surrealism of elevator music and used it
I find it cinematic, Satan in a red dress opening her mouth with a voice like muzak

It takes a while for me to wade into the minds of others, what motivates and what biases drive them. I've spent some time reading your poems, There's a calm that pervades, low key, a wise precision, easy on the eyes and ears and deft like the soft seduction of a Rothko, whom I love. I think by comparison my work is sprawling, more agitated. raw, enigmatic, sometimes almost toppling over, consequently it remains difficult to apply my inner sense of things to your reasoning in some cases

Having said that you should remain encouraged, You are razor sharp and I am enjoying your point of view and find myself especially interested in bits and pieces, as in eliminating the clunky superfluous. and giving some thought to what is topical or perhaps overused
I also find your comment about words fitting the mood of a poem interesting but must admit there's something I'm not feeling in the same way you do. Can you give me an example for clarification of your view? Incidentally, just so you know shape shifting is an arcane term, alchemical , predating medieval, and rooted in folk lore where Star Trek got it.
In reference to the Williamsburg diamond dealer while I wouldn't want my poem to be entirely context dependent it occurs to me anyone reading this would at least recognize it as a sense of place and a culture connected to the diamond trade, isn't that enough? If writers eliminated unique cultural references say as certain foods like for example dim sum or others connected to language dress, work. music, art etc. where would literature be?

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even Satans
break barriers and beams
men also be these
with a longer insinuation
so Satans don't ever displease
as long poetry
doesn't enter my mind's
creeks

By the time I finish a sentence I can no longer remember how it started. All creeks and cracks I read and write on as it fills me with moments of wonder.
Poems all incantations when unveiled!

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r cross
u r poetic new boss

You know darling you touch my heart to tears <3

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