That deep rabbit hole

 
Double running down under
silky warm sheets
squeezing beneath
purified liquer
slipping out quicker and quicker
heavy heat beating
a pace ripping lace
pen scribbling
a glimpse of a soul on fire
just a taste
tearing through my eye
her squinting face
mind exploding
rippling through my sky
hot rolling thunder
curled tongue
muffling a hunger
instant connection
just for one second
a splitting pleasure
like no other
a longing bursting
her seams
in horrible gasping screams
no chance for me
to say goodbye
why won't these terrible
hands die?
Our streams of thought
merge and combine
overflowing river
of unified desire
filling space with time
chilly silver fire
her silent glare
across a busy table
a quiet twirling
delicate fingers
in dangling hair
shy my eyes
catching her stare
lever latching
a fire in my chest
attaching to my ribs
burning my lungs
flames climbing
licking twelve white rungs
the absense of her look
when those lashes
travel an eternity
in a simple blink
the lack is so strong
my stomach sinks
her starving thoughts
push up against
the walls of my mind
foamy waves crashing
burning words mashing
lips stashing ideas
in innocent slips
of tongues thrashing
spectral ships listing
in an sea of bliss
glistening off heartbeats
peeping secrets
making some wish
with legs crossed
another blink
and I'm free
I take my chances
turn to flee
this dinner party
has become
risky for me
Before I die to sleep
when my thoughts
begin to cease
giving way to someone else's
her quiet longing,
a song quite selfish
throbbing of pulses
ringing my skull
all night long
that moonbeam caller
Catching on my inner
breath
I'm assailed by
a bubbling mess
lazy shimmering thigh
ornamental scene undressed
fleshy marble statue
strewn across
a worn mossy couch
in my dusty house
quivering maiden tossed
distressing a titmouse
over a lover's
imagined loss
time hesitating, it hovers
in the air
scared to disturb
a single perfect strand
of her sloppy hair
hushing sounds
those motes of falling dust
hitting the ground
syrupy golden light
of the sun's glare
stuck in silent awe
caressed just there
bouncing off her chest
struck pale pinks and white flashes
flamingo feathers
crystal glasses
warmly splashing against
her whimpering jaw
gliding along the edge
her head topped,
brown firey crown
tingling dark river
singly flowing
over the edge of said couch
all the way down
tangled with the etched bones
of ivory papers
spilling out
some soft leathery pouch
heated inky letters
milling about
all her special zones
I left the intruding stranger
there
in the now tainted parlor
tearing my stare
away from the sight
of her beauty splayed bare
I began to wonder outside
following the sound
of a gentle temperamental stream
whispering lisping words
tumbling a liquid crystal dream
resting on a cold boulder
watching the flow trickle by
rock like fingers jutting out
tasting the warm summer sky
generating new rippling routes
reflecting the stream in my head
wet slanted drops of rain
crashing and splashing against a pane
the rushing of a windowed thought
on the side of a speeding train
I picked up a green jagged stone
perfect coincidence, similar imperfections
a jaded core, that wretched thumping sore
tossing it in with hardly a splash
I figure a hundred years in a flash
ought to have smoothed it out
into a pebble of soft reflecting glass
and when this body is dead and gone
all thoughts seeping into the grass
at least pebble me will still be
waiting for her deft hand
to pluck me out, lovers connected
by this wet hourglass, a grain of sand
tenderly warming and polishing me
with her sweet breath and soft shirt
I can now see clearly my lover's face
mirrored in my smooth surface infinitely
the thought returning from a different track
to break my present reality, I panic
jumping down and fetching it back
erasing too heavenly, such a wish
drenched up to my elbows
gripping a struggling fish
A simple thought
like a drop of honey
coats the skin
of your inner lips
syllable by syllable
as it skips
along the surface
of your insides
spreading a sweet surprise
fanning out in front
of your inner eyes
erupting a smile
spreading and growing
all the while
unfurling, unfolding
showing some bold new
reality
desires freely molded
a rich gooey
creative malleability
dripping thick drops
all over the floor
of your home
spreading and reaching out
those strong firm branches
blooming out beneath
your warm dome
exploring yourself
all alone
now in a forest
overgrown
The fairy is back
she floats down
when my thoughts go
off track
dancing in a skimpy gown
on the tip of my pen
glittery tasty pollen
swollen flowery scents
drifting off
her soap bubble wings
voice squeaky soft
when she sings
and a strange attitude
I've yet to learn
is she's a prude
or exceptionally lewd
microscopic words like tears
she's whispered
in the caves of my ears
leave me in awe of her genius
and in fear of her madness
she's leading me up a mountain
or off a cliff
I can't tell which
her tiny wide grin
tells me, I listen in
what's the difference?
In the shimmering distance
a jeweled castle of elegance
surrounded by a field
dew laden flowers
drooping over, ready to yield
heavily perfumed, overflowing
green stalked rosy towers
their yearning endlessly growing
a rusty eager sun rising
pouring on the warmth in waves
soft curious rabbits surmising
gracefully exploring earthy caves
damp dark grass parted by a path
butterfly tongues tickling the edges
of sweet honeysuckle hedges
their nectar leaking, filling
glowing puckering buttercup pies
rippling across a sapphire ceiling
cloudy goosebumps caress the sky
licking the tops of twin mountains
trickling crystal quartz water
swans dunking heads in foamy fountains
playful swallows chasing gleaming
streaming colorful banners in warm winds
beating out a thundering drum
cloth damp in dew from a morning sun
fiery woodpeckers drilling wooden skins
nut filled cheeks popping out and in
of their secret seedy treasure holes
thick bushy tails squeezing through
stashing the future growth they stole
shaking the broomstick branches
where fuzzy humming bees vibrate
polishing their sticky honeycomb mansions
an elastic drawbridge is pulled down
revealing a rounded top gateway
a soft hewn portal to a musical town
two pale koi racing in the moat
undulating in parallel without delay
jets of water streaming through gills
plush silky wings of curtain coats
blowing from babbling window sills
an unexpected caravan gathering
just outside the gate waiting
gaining admittance to begin penetrating
passing through the gate slathering
and warming up the anticipating crowd
tossing up the canvas sheets
the tent prop pounding, thumping so loud
echoing hard through town, rushing feet
giggling excited laughter spreads
as trumpeters pick up their heads
the joyous band erupting hearts
white reams of pamphlets bursting
into the wind, the main show
just beginning in two parts
smiles all around glow
heat of the sun
hitting the face
as it goes down
underground
The spirit who desires me
can't seem to make up her mind
dragging me through so many
transformations and rotations
I feel lost in time
stopping and starting
over and over
her heart reflects mine
chaotic swirlings of disappointing
dead ends
a fractal tree of every possibility
greedy whores, both of us
she wants everything
running me through unseen gauntlets
killing me in the night
choking out my heart from distractions
I don't know if we are on the same team
or the ones in the fight
I've played too many sick games
now I see everything in the meta
who wants a lover
that's already won?
She's such a mystery
I hate it
I love it
two twisted souls
wrapped up in the cold
sinmple prose
know one knows
the simple hums, hearts undone
profusely spilling forth
misconstrued in complex hues
billions of receptors
forcing their way into each other
trying to find a common tongue
to lick the bliss
of a thorn of bone
heavily stung
in places unknown
to outside appearances
two souls seeking one same goal
heavy gold drops unlocking
heart stopping scenes
when finally their vision is clean
discerning the furnishes
of each others house
a mind fucking wish
served up on a somatic dish
these two have gone
beyond and now abscond
wither and hither
amongst the fish
swimming together
as one love's wish
fulfilled and spilling
on the shores of eternity
scattering eggs
across the stars
communication is a key
tha's slightly off key
no matter how deftly
you practice, the song
is always just slightly wrong
all along simple dew
touches the frost covered roses inside
both me and you
gardenless yard is a folly
everything we grow
is a dead horny holly
black leaves and bloody berries
the whites sheets covering our faces
don't keep the dust away from
all the grey places
finding your hand in this dark
is so difficult
ghostly visions creep up on
the single divisions
of a sword slicing through
our shared avenue
we grew
I can feel you
Dots and dashes
fluttering lashes
innocent scratches
on the back of a lost memory
was it real
or just some allegory
some story told or untold
shy trying to be bold
biting a lip
wishing to find a buyer
wanting to be sold
to wear a collar
wake up and see
all along
you sleep
poor girl
dreaming a bee
These words spill out
in terrible thirds
a thrill lost no doubt
under the breath of a whisper
in a shower
dark steam blinding
the colors of the mind
fresh plans
unfurling in a whirling
kind of prose
spinning out like a divine white rose
before my hand know
just what kind of seeds they are trying
to sow
like a lost man dying
stubbing an invisible toe
falling down
a pair of hypnotic stairs
arriving just there under his beloveds
hem, eyes wide
a glorious gem
reaching down and caressing his bruised chin
the monk is sunk in final ecstasy
where was I again?
a butterfly?
Null and void
checking off the list of things
gone and stored
all along the river grime
frogs hopping dripping in pride
crowns still bonafide
granting a wish
the same one granted
so many times
like rote memory
a genie, bored
until he finds
that delicious thing
stuck in a girl's sick brain
too shy to ask for it
she suffers the guilt
of blood unspilt
denying herself
a birthrite, that supreme wish
instead living another's life
everyone's mish-mash
the jinn pulls a string
undoing all the nonsense
and setting her on the path
to find the one
searching for some
strange kind of fun
My head a cup
filled to the brim
of stimulating things
a lonely nun would like to skim
when I can find the way and let
it slip out
through all the cracks
in the silly mask
such a difficult task
invoking pan
letting go of the wheel
to see just how far
back this scar can go
surprised by all the new things
I guess I knew
but don't understand
Ruptured lines drawn in chalk
chalk it up, too much talk
let me take a look
in your secret little book
and I'll feign surprise
widen my eyes
play the game
like I'm some kind of saint
thoroughly tame
when the truth
is much more shocking
chock it up inner lockings
on a door so vast
no heart a big enough petard
to blast it open
so sorry so please
release me
it makes me terribly uneasy
if you knew the me
you would be unquenchably queasy
a product of teasing
Refracting crystal palace
of fallacy
built so tall
don't think about the fall
thoughts of light
so lite and tight
packed into a pocket
in the night
burning bliss of a wet kiss
just under
the button press
don't impress me
your unneeded words
interrupt
the blessing sounds
of a zipper undone
ever so lightly
let me impress upon you
once in a time
is all we have
to live happily
ever after
under the rafters
of a rainy here after
straining in bouts
of perforated laughter
climbing an elegant
ladder that makes
everyone else
madder and madder
my dear Alice
come a little closer
A magician pulling out
infinite handkerchiefs
this tongue is the same
going on and on
lapping up all your
lingering doubts
Locked in a closet like dream
at night you find me
our breath combining
an intoxicating wine
I can't find
placing my hand in places
Neon green flashes
arced up on high
in the dark
she was my guide
beckoning me in
her long nails dug
in under my skin
Strange place
strange tastes
she was whispering something
in my ear
it was sultry and unclear
and the period was done
with a flourish of her tongue
Flickering fire
just there in her iris
burning a hole
like a tunnel
a burning funnel
linking our souls
like a burning chain
two black holes
burning
again and again
I think I said it before
but time seems strange
in the cage of my guide
it was a place
of particular
tastes
I can't remember
how I arrived
My senses
were heightened
crushed old fences
I felt a fractal
of new sensations
overwhelmed at first
I felt drugged
my guide rushed over
gave me a hug
in her thick sharp
nails again dug
I stood back up
and she hurried me along
to a tent door flapping
under a purple sand storm
I fell through
collapsing
blood drenched back
with painful scratching
waves of pain slapping
an ocean of throbbing
My host lit a lantern
and now more clearly
I could see
that which I thought a tent
was a massive batlike creature
folding its wings around itself
in a bent like fashion
giant bat head of a shelf
looking down at me
A musky smell so strong
mixed with incense
burning a meter long
washed through my new
found senses in a barrage
of intense flowing imagery
a tidal wave of hypnotic telepathy
I could smell the bat's entire
family history
like a screeching furry tree
unfolding before me
with each new inhalation
a brutal olfactory initiation
Before I succumbed
passing out on the black and green
silky rugs thicker than a fist
embedded in inky sandy mist
the pale woman who was my guide
climbed on top of me
and said welcome to Mottorába
it's one hell of a ride
When I came to
I thought the dream gone
but the glare of the bat
rang in my head like a panicky gong
flame of the lantern flickering
in two glossy black globes, skittering
My body felt drained
every tendon stretched and inflamed
my neck awash in cold pain
fingering delicately, two fresh holes
roughly inlaid
memories flooded back in crimson rage
the bitch went ahead and did it anyway
wiping my mouth, a rusty crust
dry brushing the canvas of my shaky hand
The edges of my senses
were wide and pulsing
each pore felt like a mile wide sore
absorbing and receiving
in delicate sophisticated convulsing
my retinas felt the size of dinner plates
strange misty shadows crawling
all along every shimmering blade
of the dusty thick rugs
I spotted the beauty simmering a stew
the one who did this to me
it was you!
she laughed a crackling hiss
and said simmer down
my head still a swimming mist
was she talking to me or the stew?
I fell back down
my body like glue
it was all too much
and everything that made sense
was all too few
my stomach churned
a gripping strange hunger
twirling there
just under, some new perversion burned
My host came over
a spoonful of red steaming stew
the smell of which
tickled a switch
caressed a blissful twitch
deep inside my core
my mouth began to water
and my thoughts halted
faltering on the scent
everything fell away
my body somehow knew
the ruby hued honey dew
Hot sweet blood washing
splashing in the back
of my throat
sensations of ecstacy coat
every rosebud on my tongue
a black rose garden
spreading through my head
in a heady hedonistic
orgy of ballistic blooming
a universal drumming
picked up on tides of
dark gods humming
a tune so resolute
atomic particles fuzzing
a foamy buzzy wine of orgasm
skewing my frame of time
an entire life wiped clean
in a single spasm
Now you understand
she said in a wild laugh
licking the drips
that slipped down my trembling lips
I sat in a corner
curled into a ball
trying to harness my senses
against the warm breathing wall
every sound brushed my skull
each small vibration a vivid world
streaming intense rush
a noisy bright waterfall
I kept my eyes slightly open
following the movements in time
of the pale woman
she wore a silky black robe
her beauty, otherworldly and divine
I felt a gripping connection strobe
it's hard to describe
I could smell her thoughts
on the sweat of her skin
no that's not quite right
how do I say
I could taste her desires
like the prick of a pin
or maybe
I could feel the flutter
of her eye lashes
tickle my brain
her breathing
washed over me in a shudder
like a warm summer rain
Sometimes at me she would glare
with a wicked smile
it would become too intense
to share her stare
her thoughts would enter my head
and intertwine with mine
in a sick perverted dance
I would tell her
I don't think I'm ready
for this intimate a romance
Laughing her laugh
she takes a gulp from her glass
and shares it with me
in a long bloody kiss
and I'm lost on a raft
adrift on a tide of bliss
with this new strange lover
sucking on my lips
A sinewy tightrope
I find myself juggling
balancing a giant kaleidoscope
of newfound powers
hopping along cascading towers
Time has become a malleable thing
I can see several seconds into the future
when I am in tune
with the song the dark gods sing
but sometimes I lose my way
and fall off a cliff
into a passing scent
of an unexpected whiff
each mote an entire dimension
a colorful exotic rift
The great bat is a friend
it teaches me things
by chirping some scene
straight into my head
vivid dreams of a dark mansion
centered in interlinking rings
pools of smoking red
swarms of large blotting wings
good and now
then lets begin
what was on the top of your head
when you laid down to rest
went to bed?
was it an image
some sound
something you heard
the voice of a small clown?
what made you lay here now
and furrow your brow
listening to the ocean
in the top of your most secret
emotion
the locomotion of your lotioned
thoughts
singling
out the simple sin
of a dark thought
door left slightly ajar
hoping to be the star
in some some unforeseen maskerade
a simple thing
just here under your hand
inlaid
a pearl
Whispering bliss
gone a miss
underneath the firm
pillows of a blanketing mist
underhand and go ahead
now under stand and
blow ahead now
you will see the light
of a secret night
gone aswtray
like the hair behind your ear
a simple act my dear
just let it out
and the world will come
see you on a throne
done a mile under
a red sun
the glow will know all before
as you stampede at this door
letting it all in
and letting it all go
just before the warm snow
enters your domain and follows you
into a new train
of thought
linking off
into a fantasy la nd of
unknown hands
jocular temptations
of the first kind
in garnering the proclamations
of the fairer kind
in time
intertwined in kind
understanding
a formula of a law
quite demanding
through all time
a pair of an unrequited stare
under an umbrella
of infinite temptations
like mentioned above
the silky winged dove entering a domain beyond
simple first love
yet the second step is always
the slippery best
when looked at from above
the stove pipe bursting
a song
too long to understand
in gasps of longing
just before the dawn somes
into come kind of new fare
going thither and hither like some
old fair
under the under strong
time all along
the beauty of afist unfurled and
simple enough just above
the second step
a lesson for the second best
a wet lip
pressing among the tiresome
legs of a diresome love
Last commanding demand
of understanding
just here let me know
the value of a score of blows
in the audience stands
I can try to grab your hand
and see what those
eyes beyond the stare of aa
happy holding hair
glad bag kind of dare into new untold sands
of time rushing
and blushing along her cheek
leaking a peek
of supreme destiny
Several seconds ago I heard
a rushing thing like a silly
glow of an unknown sting
just below
the button
going and going
overflowing undertoe
of blissful knowing
beyond
once against a
rod
oversued and abused
in the threstle of a noose
that are the words cut loose
and bellowed out
from the fingers of old news
its an excuse
one I would like to fix
betwixt the night
of a perfect belle-trix
like you
I don't know
how to say
all those simple things in hay
of rolling about single simple words
of the fluttering doubt
kind of way of stilted speaking
lead-king out all my secret
thoughts
I've been keeping just below your brows
and letting you in on how your prowess
had begun to overturn my screws
and fill my will with all kinds
of shades and hues
of the most sublime blues
All the words are the same
that message you and me
in the golden time of going along
into supreme destiny
that kind of motion just under
the second hand watch
of a pervert watching
no notion
of privacy
for respect of the world
that is you and me
as mentioned previously
let me see
how much you care
wiping along the strands of hair
blowing along fine grains
of time
stowing them away
for later thoughts
while I wait in line
for the divine right of
entering unto
the hellish mistake of your
terrible estate
maybe then
I'll that excuse again
and pretend
I did not know what you meant
when you said
you were dead
Silky slippers
off your feet
laid to rest
in the bed of your head
let me hum up a tune
from the lyre of this lune
and sing you to sleep
a deep peep into
labyrinth of cold frost
a lovers'
heart tossed in among the heap
let me keep yours
in this secret
of our
single train of thought
this naughty little piece
of lingering feelings
jumping whiskers of touch
floating by on the trail
of a shared sky
in a gone by motion
underflowing crystal haze of unknowing
letting it slide all along
the same old song
hungry glares
for ever there
scary cyclops taking a look
in between your pages
hidden under the nook
forsaken and taken along
for a ride
understood
just inside
a promise and present
of present happening there you
look down in surprise
giddy a floating feeling
giving rise
you surmise
this is just the end
and all things are coming
to a head
let it be said
you wanted what you got
just not in the way
you gave it any thought
your disease is single
in the cure to mingle
those thoughts about
your head
chasing memories unsaid
feelings overfelt
all around the smooth felt
running your hands
along your head
bubbling bubbles floating up
tingling selfish things
a wild gulp
holding on
to what you think
as yourself
two interloping legs
running beside your thought
chasing and groping
along the same twisted words
the same glimmering song
a thronging longing
full in
a hog
You're such a creeper
peeking through the blinds
of someone else's secret
oops you didn't mean it
yet you hold your breath
and watch him careening
down the thick pass
the same which you snuck through
mirror image
your next desire
watching through a crevice
the original creative fire
sneaking your own two fingers
into a list
you'll keep it quiet
just to see
the secrets
of your forbidden
desire
hold out your hand
do you see the distant land
the one you know so well
the one you can never tell
lest you despise
the original disguise
that gave rise to your
utmost desire
a fling of forbidden
stings
like a bouquet of flowers
touring a listing prose
higher than your curling toes
on the edge of a face
the one you make at the end
of a race
with the tongue a taste
unable to relay
the baton of
such a maze
you ran through time
in a daze
a thumping
jumping through
your veins
running through open
heart lanes
combing the lions mane
her hair fell out like a halo
all over the pillow
a dandelion enflamed
unable to tame
the fire
of a bit lip
a single person quire
Knuckles gripping a sheet of release
trying to bend under
a weight of some
terrible beast
inside the never ending
labyrinth of desire and crying
for some kind of dying pegasus
killing off the great moths
under the moon flying low
and in tune with a great glow
oh no
the time comes so soon
and with such overflow
lefta lone
in a single row
the grapes scattered
amongst the daft
Jangling bones
like skeleton keys
opening up the gate
of home
growing a system of
hungry ghosts
floating above the question
you obviously have
some sort of obsession
little creature
such delicate features
how can I help you this night
flow ring my dead garden with
seeds of long lost hopes
I can't believe the grace
of your willing disgrace
just to enter my door
I've nothing in store
please go ring at an easier door
smash that crown you hold aloft
I am no king
and I am too soft
your spectral white gown
and golden hair flowing down
I can't help you please
I don't want to be at ease
inside your mind
Your hungry house
pale and undone
in a room of exquisite
black all frolicing
there on a couch
frisking a trial
pools of thoughts
sinking in a while
hoping to feed a snail
some crystal clear fear
the type that sends your
fingers searching for
that piano score
playing a tune on thick wood
strings vibrating
ethereal liquid gropings
at your ear
letting it flow in
simple rhythmic beat
generating a heat
in the hearth
can you feel
these seeds
in your earth?
Thick cut steel sinking in
heavy breaking
a cold wave
clasped around your neck
infinite chains clanking
in the dank night
stone walls leaking
hot breath sneaking out
in yelps
riding the knife
broken door
hinges you unscrewed yourself
lying naked
shaking in golden bracelets
like a wooden table
snakes lacing bushes
slithering up steps
pink dusting
on pale moons
iron on the tongue
Plenty of thorns
rupture your side
unstitched folding out
like a river of sky
stuck in a bush
rambling brambles
running up your arm
pressing in
and leaving little scars
lost in the woods
pricked interests interest picking
up
your chin looking up
take it in
glassy eyes brimming
in brine
a kiss on airy lips
so divine
contrasting the field
fallen moon
laying in the damp grass
jumping lines
skin the sky
forks of pride
skipping the lake of the eye
Stabilizing your frail
elle a table
who won't tell
nerves taught burning
deliciously frayed
spreading desire
as an impending clamp
intrudes your quiet
pins drop
echoing under your
pale skin top
universe vignettes
into focused
prose
trembling rose
Mossy cross
under the table
of crossroads
cross words
like dead birds
falling from the sky
The whole in my
metaphorical chest
is infested
a sinking feeling
something trying to be
wrested
from my soul
too late it's been
stolen
that sense of feeling
swollen
filled to the brim
with golden warmth
No contest
please
I don't want to pass
the test
into release
Who would want
to see the mess
through my hole
bored misses maybe
looking at
mediocre prose
red scores
on a black rose
There are things
I am not telling you
things that
Am I scratching
out the walls
of your womb
like a demon
whose come loose?
languishing out
over second doubts
vexing pain
everything a stain
My sweet vixen
dearest lip licker
please do me favor
and explode quicker
slicker and slicker
let me hear it
all too clear
I want to know
what you want
to hold dear
To be sincere
I fear that
I might not be clear
I want what I want
I do not know
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O
A moat of
Oh no's
don't tell me
you heard as such
that's just too much
I want these words
to strike your button
just a hungry glutton
for more prose
finding repose
I want to hear them go
working along every syllable
shirking all other
thoughts
let me in and take control
strumming hard
the wet harp of your mind