Womb

Candle-dripped,
star-crossed, I
come embossed
on you flushed,

a sex breeze blows hither and thither
across the forehead of the unreal
maryjane's high stars swaying
freckle cottonmouthed sayings

on yr dove-tail
I'm still laying
I can still feel
all your quiver

shivering in my lucid dreams
alpha and omega have a lot
going for them i'm into sin
the broken radio waves boozing

Dylan choosing
blue tangling in
backwards time
sing the bottom

just like a womb