turns myself on.

I've been riding on the run
crying to the unlucky sun
all my secrets of power in a locket
filling my pockets
full of stars red hot, & fistfuls
of clenched thorns and bristles
knives in (my heart's) a microwave
golden old olden days
thinkin' I have changed my ways
I am not but just more of the same
instantly reflecting the pain
looking for cover from blinding
rays of silent screaming
the grace of terror and beauty in alchemy
blinky doe eyes, alit in the forest of unity
called to the middle of duality
I am too wild to soothe
blistering burning mood
a galaxy of lavender bloom
butterflies for days
and a silent afternoon
rocking on my knees
feels for the trees
the roots of my dreams
drinking up crystal streams
drenched in juices of eternity
my skin is breathing in
an alive and living breeze
that sucks oh so sensually
on my pinky and thumb
and turns myself on.