Swing Low, Sweet Dong Sorcerer

A video by Jack Hackhorn for Swing Low, Sweet Dong Sorcerer by JUBANO!

heart has awoken

She is the mystical everything.

Goddess under sun and moon.

All the stars wishing to be her lover.

She is my muse with scars.

I know her heart, her dreams,

the broken, splintered bones

in the closets of her mind.

She knows the times I have tasted death.

The acts of desperation.

The moments of salvation found

in the eye of the storm.

Our love is based on these truths

and understandings.

As I sit across from her,

gazing into her dilated pupils

that reflect the flickering flames.

I am hypnotized.

Our hearts swell and pound with love and lust.

The energy we emit cause the flames to leap.

She knows my breath, hands, and lips

The way they feel upon her body.

I know how to send warmth, electricity,

along veins and nerves

making her body writhe.

Pleasure her in ways that only someone,

who has been her lover

in each of her incarnations could.

I'm driven into a frenzy by the scent of her neck.

Her exquisite velveteen skin.

The way her body turns from a slow, deep burning flame,

into an uncontrollable bonfire.

She is aroused by the way I moan and breathe

like a hungry, desirous, wild thing.

When her flesh becomes my flesh −−

my heart becomes her heart.

We become a single incandescent entity.

In sleep we still seek each other.

Various images of adoration and eroticism

find their way into our dreams,

burning themselves into the backs of our eyelids

so each time we close our eyes they can be seen.

A poem from my book, The Unimaginable City. Now available at amazon