Coming Home

Ovulation swing me.
Hunting for an angular face.
Here I am swinging my hips.
Dewey eyes for the goodbye kiss.
The night before.
The attention's got me sore.
Effortless, it's easy for the sweets.
Magic tricks, Watch me disappear.
Remember when I was a lioness.
Circled in the guitar grip.
Legs to the heaven air.
Prayers on the orgasmic swears.
Snow muffled my God's ears.
Help us here.
Coffee pot to hear.
And the stars up in space.
Gravitationally supporting a new lover's embrace.
God, your a delight.
A boxer holding golden light on knuckles trained right.
Held up by armadillo might.
Beauty in the passenger seat.
Hair done up lovely.
Angels, majestic, all fantastic.
Taught you when to fight.
I saw you engage with your charms and downright grit.
But I trained upon God's crown.
Hailed by mighty meditating monks.
Shameless in riotous, slobbering songs of praise.
Pinned taut on starlight wire.
Harmony spitting out.
Vibrations acting in the outward spiral
Of same, sweet nautilus shell.
Straight from the Seraph that makes dwelling
Among the clutching, licking tidal
Fleshy Star Dust Center
Radiating Red
Of My Existing.
Panting. Humming.
All a part of all in the humid, pressing air
And always, always climbing.
A quiver and a thrilling.
Shrilling
Out in celestial seafoam engulfed on the tongue of Holy Hot Breath.
Every adulation undulating under slow, deep, heavy pressing of all the breathing, fainting.
Creating
So completely
The world is gone and ended, none is within reach
And everything that is now nothing is all that ever was and receded into such complete creation all is all around and existing to the extent of extravagance.
Oh God
Holy
Creator
Created
and Filled
Every
Crater.

So breathe.
Wrap us up in unfathomable, galaxial shrouds, unworldly
And dusted with
Springy, Fertile Soil.
Breath