The First
You with your dark eyes,
maniacal smile,
splitting the atoms of sex
into shades and tones.
The two of us,
dancing to the first rhythms,
lost in the warm seeds we’ve sown.
I’ll evoke the endless time mystic,
and you’ll be the goddess of the moon,
eternity just a physical word,
no-less cryptic than your stare,
the stars, or heaven itself.
But that goddess blinked, and
then: gone.
I however, sit here counting the
minutes until sleep comes,
watching the first crystals
falling into a mellow trance dance,
you dig?
Cause’ you’re either out on in,
or like Buddha you’ll swim,
tasting life after him,
denying selfish acts of whim,
we begin,
by being reborn into the stark
lights.
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