Do the Undead dream?

Do the Undead dream?

the need to be touched with hardness and frequency

is subterranean- feral,

running both

hot and cold in me,

seeking neither

the wild

nor

the tame

but the merger

of those places when they met;

Primal-

as movement in the dust-devil Jinn

who took me quickly from child to Whore,

(like a thirsty Earth drinking Water)

as the Wind grating on naked mountains

-and Fire in the sky, hungry,

from tree line to equator…

a Perineum fault line

running between my soul and my spirit

I wish to be a satellite

whose trajectory is more

than solitary Flagellation

singular sensuality

and

the taste of her own blood

this is not life but a Vampire’s wet dream-

for the neediness of these things

and knowing the desire shall neither cease nor slacken.

Crosses, Garlic and Time do not bind me

and yet,

again, I hold back

content with canned pain

it’s attendant, noonday expectations

and the repeated search for more