Before I Slip…

Damn my eyes,
I need to build me a woman to pucker up these eyes
Blind from these leopards on the left of me and these cobras on the right,
I’d feed her a grape before we kissed so our tongues could sex the finest wine
Drawing a claret of sanguine from the lips of Bacchus to transfer his disease unto my kiss,
I’d love mine neighbor till her husband came home,
I’d recite The Celebration of the Lizard to her
Then she’d aspire to blueprint anarchy starting with a riot in her body,
I’d light the fire in her fulcrum and aim to burn all of Paris down
And everyone around will watch wonderfully this glorious retribution from shame
For she’d inebriate the crowd with a sermon of mantras
As I
Her corporeal shaman
Stands before her gates to the divines
About to gorge himself in her sensual chaos,
Don’t want water
Need the animals to incave me: a new religion,
But not the leopards and the cobras,
They were born to deceive,
Their spots and sways lull me to an adulterous bed
And I’ve run out of prayers
Or run out of things to say,
So I’ll take some water,
Have me some pork and beans
Make my stomach proud in pose
The biggest any man’s ever seen,
Sing my stomach tells me,
Sing me a raven’s song,
An ode to nights and gals
So to marry my gluttony with a corpse like love.