Amphibious desire is in the veins.
I see people dancing in slow motion,
Caught in a hurricane of sound.
Red is my favourite colour:
The open wound of woman and the world.
I need another adventure, a new ordeal,
Something to get my teeth into.
Do you know that a century can pass like a second
And mornings, afternoons and evenings
Be but whispers of oblivion?
See what galaxies whirl and flower
In a falling drop of blood.
My mysteries remain my own,
To conjure with and invoke the powers;
I have tasted the forbidden
And cannot wash the taste out of my mouth.
Who else will love my loneliness,
Cherish my sinfulness,
Without seeking total knowledge
And breaking the spell?
Visions, voices, dreams and diseases
Call me to the proving ground,
For all that suffers can be redeemed.
And what if evil is actually goodness
Testing itself against the night?
When the moon’s hearse processes
Across the heavens, and eternity
Presses a finger to my lips,
I bow to the dragon and coil with the snake.
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