The Queen Of My Desire
From the burning bed of fantasy she shook
and pointed her undressed wing.
A willing foot soldier for all her pleasures
earning badges with rashes and would be king.
Of course I'd toe the bleeding vine and rise
to lieutenant through her chills of time.
In a resilient state I await her coiled embrace,
looking in her eyes light has been removed.
She pulls me in for a kiss, a half septic potion
on her lips-purple passion glares on her flaring
pits.
Wearing down my warrior's mentality weakened
by the vapor and the weed.
Imprisoned by my mutant queen she bars the gate
and buries the keys.
Desire desire death by fire my only wish is to
live another dream.
poem by William Blackman
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