My sweaty mortal muse

My wandering penniless corona

To think you could flutter at the sight

Of an incandescant loner.

This careless freebreeze

Recidived into the slipstream

You shook up this sleeping lair

Where my archaic longings dream.

I stare up at your drunken lips

And am waiting to be sipped

A chyrasilis of winged conversation,

Take flight as we kiss

Flushing with a madness 

that runs awry at my feet

My minaret of furious faith

Bubble warmly when we meet

But then - your temples

Is this where I pray for my sins?

Not when I can be selfish

For a soft skinned heaven pulls me in.