When my body becomes Cosmos (work in progress)
A Womb of Divine Strange Inceptions
I'm a demon, a heretic, I’m evil, I trick you in the grove
Oh sacred grove, a portal in another dimension
A womb of divine strange inceptions
Of new things that come from old
Or better, a hole through which we go through again and again to find pleasure, ecstasy and our whole (whore) Selves,
United but disjointed,
Multiple bodies fusing skin and saliva
For a new brotherhood of men, and sisterhood of women, of trans- men and women and all in between,
a NEW THING
of muddy leaves and juicy fruits
Of green grass imbued with our sweat,
Of mouths holes pores tears and laughs,
Energy from heart to heart.
This is the Spirit you tried to suppress
But now with all our force we are back
