Divine Intervention

What beauty carries the wind if a breeze inquires of me; she could be anyone. The city is a hideous entrapment bearing cages and masters yet I walk for another man's feet; I belong to him, he comes for me throughout the night for retrieval, his kisses belate, his embrace is darkness, his hands discover sadistic wealth. Sapphire brushes my cheeks, an artist to be lies underneath me, sadly without response for those called upon; summon whom if none at all.

"You are delightfully pretty; do as you wish with me...."

Swift glares of intimacy, unspoken visualization, I shall if we must; where is the King inside our forbidden kingdom?

"....very well done indeed. Seems as though you rather enjoy this world....I suppose you stay and I leave. This shall be enough for your mother's world. I go to her now in a place I belong to bring her these children I will birth while you lay in ecstasy. You will remember this when you realize every man and woman feels your body near.....damn it woman.....you are such a lustful creature....do you sin?"

"....sin....sin....sure."

"You are very excited from another woman's touch....do you find this strange?"

"It is not their touch I excite. Their touch is a loving soothing rebirth. I am without desire for them.....none at all. After all I am married to.....how many husbands?"

"More than I wanted. I punish thee with these."

"These are my punishment?"

".....wait til he comes to find you."

"Whom?"

"The obsession of a genie's bottle."

".......what touch of a woman brings milk?"

"What does bring this milk?"

"........."

"Answer me."

"Answer yourself."

"....it is crimson for the Queen."

"My children will stand beside her and look upon mine as an animal."

"......."

"I desire them to look beautiful as they do."

"You care not?"

"....I care for.....oh I am in anguish of the unknown this body forming becomes me slowly."

"........well I leave you with them as this will surely count for so many.....of you. I wonder if any will look like me."

"I do hope not. I am tired of your face."

"Shut up."

"....I shall not."

"What if they do?"

"I will be reminded of my adoration for my King who enslaves me with his sadeness."

"Sadeness?"

"Sadistic madness....sadness....fading in and out like me."

"That woman enchanted you to be."

"She was so.....tempting."

"She knows you well."

"I seem to be hers."

"Seem as to be for her as well."

"...she......is me."

"What and who are you?"

"You do not recognize me?"

"You appear as immortality."

"I appear and I disappear."

"You are ruthless and merciless."

"....why not bring me to thine?"

"Your mother will anguish your misery to be without your touch."

"My children as well."

"Our children..."

"I live for my mother."

"You live for blood."

"Blood is my mother."

"Blood is your love."

"....too much talk about blood makes me...."

"More milk bottles."

I do believe somebody caught me while I run the span of eternity; who might is the strength besides. Nowhere to hide. Whatever this may be I dream no other space than between my legs unfortunately; this I am quite aware while infatuation ignites the dragon's lair, he holds the sceptre, I am sleepwalking eroticism, a stranger inside the spinning weave of vaporizing joints rolling coffins through graveyards suspended by curiosity. Thinking is no excuse.

"Did you like that?"

"I never thought a woman could give me an orgasm."

"....and why not?"

"I despise such encounters."

"This is not that."

"This is better."

"...rather it is exciting."

"You are beautiful women."

"You are our lion; however the tame knows you not. Such behavior maybe improper for a British girl as yourself."

"And you?"

"I'm naked."

".....I didn't notice."

"That's why."

"Am I?"

"Yes."

"Did you notice?"

"Everyone does."

"Why?!"

"You are everyone's body."

"Oh. Damn."

"....your family waits for you outside."

"Tiff?"

"Yes."

"She condoned this!"

"Twas her idea!"

"I hear her biting her nails."

"...are you angry with her?"

"Fuck no this was the best god damn fucking explosion that ever became a rocket."

"That thing is big."

"What thing?"

"That thing I am pointing at..."

"Why do you point at him?"

"Who does he belong?"

"A queen which searches for me inside every realm."

"Was it a diversion?"

"No..."

"You ran from her arms!"

"How did you know?"

"....why did you? She wonders....this is hers...."

"I give her all."

"You are fucked."

"So good too."

"I have never seen so much......"

"Milk?"

"Anyways.....why did you run?"

"I didn't know she was looking for me....I am what I am....I am wild....I am who I am.....what place is this again?"

"Some hotel."

"Another one."

"Full of rooms."

"....I met the guests."

"They stay."

"....I suppose she is angry."

"Jealous to be madly in love with you."

"I love her as well."

"Not with madness."

"No...."

"Then?"

"....she is me."

"She is....I know she is. We go now....you will watch us leave?"

"I will."

"Your sorrow is our burden."

"Your dreams are mine. Your nightmares I carry within to devour...."

"Between fangs."

"....I wish I was awake."

"I as well. When you are I will return for your embrace."

"....a hug?"

"Yes what else?"

Urge to Wonder

A brief encounter is without explanation; I used to be a human. Come to go as I please. Many wombs but one body I search while everyone believes. Here comes the vampire; she is a person, she is me, she is a woman bleeding facial expressions, she exists inside a dream.

Spiderweb morbose theatrical film, a residual continuation from ego manifestation; purple, blue, bruise, pink, goo. Black jets smoke platinum blades as a rotating chamber impersonating an atom violates mankind, whomever they may be, I did not introduce myself, no formal greeting.

".....she's sort of here."

"More than the last things...."

"Holograms ain't so bad after watching her do what we asked."

"Better than those damn freaking droid walkers she was before."

"Did she have to pick the weirdest looking ones?"

"....she thought it was humorous."

"I still don't understand her damn English."

".....the kid does."

"She likes her quite a bit."

"Do you think she knows we're talking about her?"

"She looks to be struggling some kind of emotion."

"I think they call it......pain."

"Misery?"

"Anguish?"

"Sorrow?"

"Maybe all the same. I suppose we should ask her.....uh oh I think her words rub off on my skin."

"Is this skin?"

"Is hers?"

"Ask her!"

"When will she wake up?"

".....only she knows."

"Who?"

"The lady who made her!"

"Who makes this?"

".....some kind of amazing creature."

"She smiles even in pain. Strange....do you suppose that is this death she speaks of? She says it is a black grin."

".........she will speak again eventually. She won't remember any of this. Time for her to go through with the machine and plant herself in that house."

"Plants?"

"Botanical creations?"

"What of them?"

"She is like them?"

"Maybe so. She is very much asleep."

"....lets put her in the fang box."

".....I don't think it's going to work on this one."

"Why not?"

".....well.....look at her teeth."

"Oh."

"Oh..."

"Oh!"

Neon flux caramelizes a puff, varying degrees of popping fever, colors remind me of nights I might of been free; people dress for white shade of cemetery trees. Hunger is a fascination, how unfortunate to starve from wealth; green leaves taste bitter, harvest is a known being which ripens sadistically. I cannot fool an earth accepting what I am.

"What was she like?"

"....she's the most beautiful of women to me and whom I most admire out of anyone I desire to be a part of me evermore."

"...so you going to talk like that to those people you got to be around?"

"....why what's wrong with it? I got lots of talk if you don't like that shit I mean come on what the fuck you getting at? Who's going to understand what I am saying if they aren't god damn fucking human?"

"Okay I understand what she said."

"Yes we all did but she sounds like a vampire."

"So we had to kidnap her after that last rampage."

".....can't let her fool us again."

".....I think she needs to go in there again."

"Why?"

"We need to videotape this shit."

"....cool."

"What was up with all those people?"

".....cool."

"....hey........hey what should we call her?"

"....uh.....well.....let's call her whatever the lady named her."

"What did she name you?"

"Baby Girl."

"....we can't call you that!"

"....Boo."

"...anymore left?"

".....Honey Bear, Fuzzy Cuddle, Mine, Grape Nuzzle, Tiger Lily, Cub, Kitten, Cocoa Sugar, Sunny, Mine, Me, Kid, Mine...."

"Alright so we'll call you Victoria."

"Okay."

"Uh so we're going to put you in this box."

"Yes..."

"....then we're going to let you go."

"Okay...."

"...cool!"

I am the worst notion of preconception; the wilderness is tame unto me as I ride a spiral curl indicating strands fallen from bat wings. Who knew a word without speaking verbs, curses, people, and things; who knew a question regulates deeper tendencies, exhalation lives beneath the mirror hydroponic, sadly we may drown a sigh of peculiar relief.