I will tongue lash her till she slowly bleeds
Moisten her soil,
then proceed to bless it with seed

Chief Priest, invoke Gaia,
do the tribal dance to make the earth pulsate
And then like Vulcan make the earth quake...vibrate

Till it erupts and spews hot Lava and fire
my every touch burns leaving traces of desire
Passion flows,
hell...rivers of fire
and I lay her on lusts erected pyre

I will swim her wetness like I was Poseidon
Come up for fresh air,
catch a glimpse of new horizons

Shape shifter,
I'm now Dracula - I suck her
now i'm Zeus,
in flashes of light spectacular - i pluck her

from mortal realms - transfiguration
Now I'm Hades watch her burn - incineration
Reality shifts;
time and space de-xist, senses turn numb
till riding six white horse,
round the mountain...she comes

Sick Nebula
Like her Gardner, I plant Kisses
moisten her fertility
and watch them grow into wild desire

she calls me 'sire'
before she sits on my throbbing throne
I am a god playing with two globes

rhyming with her rhythm
her lips quiver like mild mannerisms
in one season she was the future,
i was the present -- behind her

whispering thrusts and sweet throes as though to remind her of our past
her grips, her grasp, her gasps

we exchange lingua...frankly speaking in tongues
as she took me in like knowledge
i illuminating her with me

i watched as she sang,
took it slow then sank
like quicksand*

*onLy she wuLd compreh'a'nd*
Meka