Song Of Sacred Lovers

i am a vehicle for the Absolute
sacred sex is the highway
u r the slickest tyres that keep me
contact patched on assfault in 6th gear

kundalini coils suspension
steering columns via sinistrae
solomon justice axle drives
cummins engine full-lotus buddha

eternity cannot measure the now/here of being present
music scores the soft gold lining of pure intention manifested
cannabis fields of Eden distract from the Tree of Knowledge
royalties in Truth and Light defeat the Prince of Lies

i miss ur hands like Michelangelo Buonarroti misses marble
i miss ur thighs like the 500cc misses Valentino Rossi
i ache for ur cock like u ache for my cunt
yearning the touch of your voice like the desert yearns the rain

we fuck like gods do
we love like dogs do
we laugh like nobody’s business
when we pass hurt, we fuse confusion with compassion

humming u lullabies with ur sword at my word
soft steps with big stick entry to the back door
pequod withstands ahab’s love of the sperm whale
call me ishmail, narrator, u, queegqueg, my mate