I'll walk with you
I'll talk with you
I'll make the moves,
as you do, the moves,
exactly so, so I'll do,
and you? you'll do it too?
could that be,
may be,
kindly true?
what is that universal mother truth so kind about the most that feels like an urge, but in essence, may be compassion, seems like a dance floor, but it is, in essence, a theatre floor ?
Liturgy of the Unsanctioned Break
The Erotic Rite of Cosmic Synchronization
"I don’t mean the sanitized,
the PDFile aesthetics—
I don’t mean exploitation of women.
I mean the real deal:
mature, grown, deep, whole,
complete in yourself,
dancing in communion with nature…"
Melonae,
in her secret thoughts,
infinitely divine.
"And I don’t mean the sanitised, PDFile aesthetics, and I don’t mean exploitation of women. I mean the real deal, without censorship: mature, grown, deep, whole, complete in yourself, dancing in communion with nature… embracing it all, exploring your body and soul, diving into the sacred and magical discovery of life force, for yourself, not for anyone else, to yourself and to the universe. Celebrating life, healing away patriar*hy from your system, from your sacred body, sister." ~ Noemi V. Levovnik
Give thy a break!
from form and from the method,
from any satisfaction
still awaiting the next goal.
The juggernaut of hamsterwheels
has left his lunapark.
Give thies a break!
to embrace it all,
exploring body and soul,
diving into the sacred and magical
discovery of life force—
for yourself,
not for anyone else,
to yourself and to the universe.
Away from thy own dissentful dome,
from anticipation of any change.
If it comes, will come;
if not, we will just continue
to dance into the hollow night,
from star to star,
in celestial dissent—( this specifically, a break-move-dance )
coming in, going out,
the rhythm of breathing,
interwoven love,
flesh and abundance of blood,
unending kisses,
endless juices flowing,
moves that do create
the universe of stars—
I'll walk with you
I'll talk with you
I'll make the moves,
as you do, the moves,
exactly so, so I'll do,
and you? you'll do it too?
could that be,
may be,
kindly true?
erotic as erotic it may be
to break me, bound me, let me pass
the sphynx's larinx gateway
these bones, the misery.
To mix, to match, to turn,
to maybe water, maybe burn
the desert of thy soul,
the land of heart to be,
the jewel in the crown,
the deceitful is, demonic tree.
Give me a break, to be!
Thus spoke the ghost of the magic lantern
for a doubtful moment,
promising us love,
three wishes full,
and a masterful mystery
unfold the treasures three.
But the feral shadow cat will do—
apart from breaking screens, all screams,
apart from teenage hordes of walking addicts,
artificial lights—
"I am melting!"
said the westward witch…
"I am melting!"
"I am melting!"
her golden green and ebony.
While she only knew the knows
of how to touch but stay untouched;
by what you touch, you're touched—her paw;
for how to see but stay unseen—
golden eyes—
by what you see, that is, is but between.
Between us flows
the river of stars.
—The Majestic Leilah
Queen of the Dark Night of the Soul
Guardian of the Sacred Elixir