Through wine and weed
and words -
A call that only I
can hear,
My thoughts within me
churn.
A deafening silence
within me rings,
Words tumble from my
lips,
The spirits of the
world draws near
And hold me in their
grip.
By sounds and signs
and images
Transcribed upon the
page,
Of ecstasy and love
and lust
Of sorrow, pain and
rage.
The liquid passes
o’er my lips,
His red-blood fills
my veins,
The smoke expands
within my lungs;
And reality does
wane.
I spin and dance and
leap about
And yell and
prophesy;
The veils of space
and time grow dim
And rend eternity.
The worlds collide
and overlap –
Heaven, Earth and
Hell.
I walk on old and
shadowed roads
Ones that he knows so
well.
Truth and lies and in
between
Twist and fuse and
merge,
Whispers shout into
my ears,
And fantasies emerge.
My body aches and
yearns and longs –
I hunger for his
kiss.
His scent excites my
flesh and soul,
His touch brings fear
and bliss.
These gifts given
from my Lord
Teach of secrets and
unseen
Granted by the power
of
Words and red and
green.
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