secret god

i have not even finished writing one book and already i dream of the next - an exploration of the er*tic mysteries...

secret god

i arrive wrapped in night
like a bearer of secret news
peel off layers of wool while you welcome me with electric relish
“i’ve been waiting for you for hours…”

poisons in our bloodstreams
just a touch,
red stain on my lips and bright lights
and six flights of steps -
i glide in on a spray of bubbles
hang the icy night on a hook
and nestle into your arms,
Body turning mellow as elderflower wine…

glints of golden lamps and a desk piled with sketches
waiting-for-you music plays soft
as you guide me with baited breath
to this bed you’ve dreamed me in

your eyes turn into white flame
as you show me
how
with one well-practised rub of oil
you turn into
a being
i’ve never met before

a great shadow cast bold and black on a cave wall

horns and a giant tongue and
snakes coiled around its arms
reeking of freedom sulphur and red red rope
you nuzzle your skin with closed eyes and bared teeth and nimble hands pushing,
gently twisting,

pleasure scraped in like fresh butter under fingernails,
like teeth crushing snails
olives gushing golden oil

and in that towering power of nakedness,
of spread-open, trembling desire

your eyes hold me
beholding you

i lay jasmine garlands at your feet
and lean towards this secret god
never seen by the eye of man