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Nature got me hot not What I’d expect, but Night’s dreams, her wings over One’s eyes shocked Monsters arise in Pandora’s Box Eyes open up, or are they not? Lies day or night Is it a human being distorted seeing Laughing in a form of torture Or doom that crept from a tomb In one…

I reach out my hand, and I think I can hold onto the moon, but it’s not the real moon. Instead, she cries, and it worries me, and my lips reach to kiss your forehead – But it’s not really your forehead, just moonlight in my mind. And when you cry, Maybe you’d not look…

Let true love forever be, however found Standing by, head down, take my domme’s side Against the world Take her pain and will fall back on my chin again. Death threats, more on my sexuality. Devil comments. Nobility is dying on Melbourne’s tongues. Love, chivalrous, going by unnoticed in crowds. Submerged in their own indignity,…

(Connection between names – Artemis, carnea, and cerridwen, from graves) Came, appeared a celestial night where Artemis – the twin – the underworld – the wilds – the virgin – the bear – in the moonlight – Went you where? [Framed ‘tween a good reputation for the nation – rest comes for the nation, as…

(Paraphrase Young Bekie, in Kinsley) G – I’m obsessed beyond how far obsession could go It’s reached the ends of the known universe, I know I’m just any old knight you’ll see, turn each latter face to me I’ve fallen for Sushy Pye, my true love, aye, my mythic chic Who comes now comes ’round…

(Verlaine) Would seem I was trapped in hell, my love, either way. People who say it’s you, or people who are saying it’s me. No matter what I say, they play you against me. It’s none of Their business, except to turn love into hate. Our love is fashioned in the flames of hell. You…

Being moon She sees the universe In her mythic flame Being-moon-light Love seperates Your lingering scent emanates Seven goddesses Replicate Your vision in Universal septenate Poetry emulates Circling saptaparna Scents of words of rage And tears of love between us A generative force Quaternity in man Triad in the woman Two cubes In one dimension…

There’s a bustle of heads, voices, chase me ’round dandenong Can one just be one without feeling blue, with no reference   To this city? Or anywhere else? And forget your words, And your voice, it runs itself thru me? Life without you? Could it be true? Your wannabe by herself? Your words riot Thru this…

After my poem last night, named lesbian sacred love “Diabolical” words of garbage poison the ocean. Freak venom. The “Satanic” is a charade confined Inside its own realm’s language, itself. Earth’s good Will returns to me. All good flow tongues, except a tempest Of Love, that dumps freak hate-speech. They Weren’t real, anyway. Their brief…

Since I met my lady, I’ve appointed myself knight of the sacred springs. Cause there’s males in this country – self-appointed patriarchs, Think they’re in charge of lesbian sexuality. I’d kill them monstrous leeches without A blink, were it up to me. Defend my lady, a goddess, a woman in her own divinity. A woman. Her…