time keeps on 
crueling like the 
bitchin mistress
she is
 
so she came tonight
not by touch or
desire or cock and all
 
although I would like
to see that! 
 
just into my dreams
not invited
she never is
 
made me hug death
her ugly dog
saliva dirty & bloody
& all
 
me crumbled into 
little whispers of devotion
telling her about
your ever blue diamondy
shape shifting so fucking
alive eyes and all
 
the wonders they see where
other numb unpolished 
sets of twin glass just
see light, form & whatever
and nothing and all
 
while the pitbull death 
licked my face heated by thoughts
prayers almost 
about you
 
she hissed him 
twice
but to no effect he
was hooked by all 
the sweetness pouring 
into him out of me given by 
your bamboo soul 
me climbing, 
        clinging, 
        kissing, 
        howling
eyes wet and all
        laughing, 
        breathing 
heavily hard 
on soft touch
 
so she screamed threats 
into that dark dream, 
into herself into 
that pig of a dog
 
I was a childs breath 
light at that point
all bones liquid and 
frozen and all but 
then
fucking then
that nasty hideous meat 
muscle of a dog stood 
up for me oblivious to his own 
fate      being death 
             coming to kill
he gloomed  life 
maybe a first thirst for him.
 
time became quiet almost
impressed, horny and all
erect in her ways and words
she touched death on 
its growling soul & head and all
closing his eyes making him sleep
then 
            she turned to me 
            saying your name 
            making it real laying it 
on the ground right where 
my bended knees where shivering 
            so still
 
you want more? 
a voice in my head no sound
one could hear
 
I nodded in tears by then
stripped of it all 
humor and laughing
 
how much?
she demanded to know
 
as far as her wings will and 
want to take me
 
why so fucking few 
begging like you?
she barked at me 
all sexy and all
sad 
 
dont know - I replied
dont know fear maybe?
 
mmm she hummed no
longer something
all mixed up 
for ever satisfied with her & death
checkin in
 
foglike thousand 
suns heavy
fantasy she is 
 
now the day comes
the animal must leave
since it fears a new
days morning and all 
its light and untravelled paths
 
in your eyes
my eyes now woken
on their way
and all