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Enjoy your visit.
August 18, 2004
why sleep?

How sleep when it's 4am and an elemental storm courses through me, inappropriate poetry crackling, bursting out my seams?


Stormswept

Sleep sundered,
Wired, electric, surefooted.

Storm dancer hurls lightning, wind-whipped.

Thunder howls unheard in the rising crescendo.
Music pouring forth like tidal sweat,
drenches my skinny body.

Sodden sheets stick as I twist,
turn, awake.

Dreaming of you,
of warm fur, burrowing deep, touching comfort,
hand brushing breast, lingering, startling passion.

Sweeping me awake into awareness of absence and love spilling over, rocking me, bowling me over, cascading forth in endless waves. Searching, seeking...

Love enough to heal a thousand broken hearts.
Eons of love, lifetimes spilling over, unkempt,
messy lives, cherished-

Keep it to yourself!

NO!

Stubborn bitch.

Yes.




later...


Bitch

Bitch. Yeah.
Bitch forsaken.

Unslaked, firey bitch.

Merciless, tender, prowling, restless.
Triumphant, slender, fierce, loving bitch with nowhere to go.

Bitch without a Master.

Best watch yourself,
she's gonna take it.

Take it all and make it hers.

Beware boy, or she might take you too,
make you HER bitch.

Just once, just for the hell of it,
the fire of it, the fun of it.

Can you hear PJ wailing her long snakey bitchmoan?


later still(or earlier-that darn sky's getting lighter):

Rebirth

Kali grins, dancing ecstatic on the corpse of her husband.
Bloody severed heads and hands swinging gaily, gruesome bling.

Raising power, midnight blueblack, mighty limbs stamping out a beat,
great breasts swinging, heaving, full.

Owning life, death and birth.
Choice.

His, to die.
Hers, to live.

Give birth, bring life, or let it die, kill it. Suckle, nurture, create. Sever, rend, destroy.

Kali dances,
same as every woman.



Wow, 6am, pretty pink sky and Dakinis windows are white with condensation.
Maybe I should go for a walk? See if the beavers are gnawing about in the park?

Naw, beds calling. I'd best try to sleep a bit so I can meet with my client in the morning(well, later in the morning) and not be too damn sleepdeprivedgrouchy.



Straight from the Queen's mouth. Sayeth rzan at 06:06 AM
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