Think, Sex, Feel, Love

T. S. F. Amore,

I always feared the light at the end of the tunnel,
So, upon finding myself here, I’ve decided to enjoy the tunnel for the tunnel’s sake.

Surely, she knows the light better than any
I’ll cleave to her and me she’ll teach until the light finds me.

Who were the Mayans and why do I need to find out?
What is this paradise lost and found?
Who is this god beneath my goddess?

I saw paradise once
I felt her breath
I smelled her think and drank her move
Her back was to me, but her shield shone true the reflection of wild abandon of youthful wonderlust
Of pale yellow sunlight and thick, ripe air sweet with smells too primal to name
The smell of the promise that burns through your skin the smell of wet summer the hot winter snow

I fear fire, but love watching beautiful smoke
Curl and curl and
Dance and dance and curl and twist and climb.
It’s the wildest thing I think I’ve seen,
A sexual invitation from the ashes of destruction.
Isn’t that a lot of life?
Sexuality creates, so
Destruction creates,
As long as the sex is sexed.
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end,”
They sang it in “Closing Time.”

It’s a circle if you want it to be
It’s a circle if you don’t
It’s a circle if you don’t know what is a circle
It’s a circle if you want it to be
It’s a circle if you don’t

…but, here’s the secret
A circle can be whatever you want
If you want, it will be your throne
Here is mine
This is my world,
My world is thine.
And thy and thee and you.
We are circled in its circles and we hang from twining vines
Because I want it so I have it
I am yours and you are mine
I am the queen the king is mine