Odyssey of Pleasure

In our holy sacrament 
stars fall from the heavens,
We catch them and the earth beneath us folds,
Winds warp around us in a welcoming dance
as bright light combusts out of every cell,
fragmenting in colour.

We could shatter under the intensity of this building fire,

instead we keep it,
grow it,
breathe it in
and blow on it to further

the threading line of extinction and rebirth. 

Each touch a new bead in the rosary of our making,

as pleasure staked moans bellow from the deepest reaches of our lungs,

a sacred hymn formed of echo reverberates through our temple. 

An ancient rhythm evolves from our hips, 

Each thrust taking us further into the Odyssey of Pleasure, 

Each breath welding us into the same weightless oblivion,
as we become
what God never intended
for man to embody.

One organism,

One nervous system,

One long, endlessly intertwined filament,

wrapping us into a warm enmeshment 

that becomes in itself,

the cradle of life.

A pulse now hums at the root of my spine 

it is whispering, 

chanting
for us to inner-bloom,

to be life and its blossoms,

to be air and its winds,

to be life

and the living.

To be the ocean water
forever rushing towards the calling embrace
that is an always awaiting shoreline.

To be a fountain
exploding in soaked feelings of ecstasy,
repeatedly, eternally. 

As holy water pours
from the crevices of the church that hides between my thighs,
you now kneel in prayer, rooting into me,
smacking away in heat,
devotion dripping from your lips,
starlight shining in your eyes, 

there is little to do 
but surrender to the becoming
of supernovas and ungodly favours.

And in the quiet, after the fervent amen,
the universe, remade, begins again.