"Concubine…"

I wonder if she rambles thru fertile playgrounds
when she concur to my swooning fecundity
swollen in the radiance of her lithesome flesh
I cut and run from the bells of posterity…

Utopia comes to mind with such genuine efficacy
mocking the languorous image of your lives

I touched her breast with musing concupiscence
and slumbered languidly with the mirror-soul
I would rise to face the liabilities
if ambrosia was bestowed her bowl…

…its energy keeps pushing me
onto compulsory thrusting knives
its energy keeps pushing me…

Nothing moves, velocity boosts thru monotone speech
our lust soars bound in the orbit of radical u-turns
I sought and found a pleasant refuge in your breach
and sweetheart: I say these fires still burn…