Psychogenic Subtle Thunders

Pyrotechnic Splays 

Sharing Fancies Kiss melts my knees n turns Our bone to literal stone,

Not even morphine dulls this ache.

Hunngy tummies

The Spirit has hungers

need fed.

The intellect and emotion as well.  

The body does too.

Can we say this? Even if it isn't scientifical to

any degree?

What if, my spirit is starving for Lyght for Love?

And

finds none?

What happens to it?

What if, the creative Spirit has no home no family

what can she birth?

How can any man determine

his own worth?

In nickels and dimes?

What costs more wit, to laugh

or to cry?

What possible stranger

can do this love, to Us with me, or prophet can fulfill this holy hope

save thee and me?  

What possible care is enough for

the Bride of God?

If the applause were enough

Jimmy, Janice, Tim, and Amy

would be singing today.

Can We say this?

Not to be impolite but We are

no admirer of waste. Not even of time, which we both

know its worth.

Nothing is ever lost save: sin, opportunity and

peace.

Nothing else, not even virginity.

Feed me today please, my darling. I am starving for thy

Light, thy emotion, thy wit, thy body, thy creative scintillate ravage my blood

my marrow my soul.

All of IT.

Allow Us generous suck.

Please. My darling.

Today.

I got a hunngy tummy.

28/07/11 bvc