![]() He comes for her a demon double of her makingĭemi-god creator-demon vision for her writhing,Ībandoned to the ambrosia torment he provides Repeating there an apparition for her nearly endless letting out Tender skin's encapsulated sinew strength Unknown asura-brew untold invented only now forever lost, His broadness engirthing her to moan until her last in ecstasy Searching through his fresh phantasm for her quelling salve Killing spree of ego-dolls of lotus costume tracing all Selfhood found in him, bizarrely enemied in Lila's In new love's throws an innocence of honest Palms of his to cup her, lift from hellish pit of stifled longing never known 'til volcanically regrown. In wracking convulse whine of every cell, Projecting Rama's face transfixing her inept Railing at Manmatha's haze infernal globe within and out Into a hate for moon, for elements themselves, She met in bed a thousand cravings razing sanity Into delusion wrapped in sham an alter self The swoon precipitate- vast height, abysmal fall In blast of animal, from screaming womanhood Pungent flare of earth identity of fang and blood To nurse her spite, surrounded in a danceĪnd only feed in ouroboros knotslip pulseĪ lump-filled throat of gulping incite forward zest salacious The blow is dealt: Manmatha lays Kamavalli's fate: to self-disintegrate Rapt in wide-eyed wonder verging beatific breath-įlirtations with a hidden, cosmic weight to pun against,Īnd in a sympathetic, skillful tone, promulgatesĪnd then with sudden burst entranced in luminescent rays of stunning rustic glowįrom cottage comes his wife to claim her presence known. Nubile teeth shining from the forest dark,īeneath the flitting lashes of her iris' swellīaffled there he stirs to praise her openlyĭespite his inner-goddess-for-a-wife he keeps inside. Urgent vines would find their way to rest on skin Having snapped the cosmic dancer's massive bowīrother Lakshmana, in whose absence Kamavalli comes Numerously failed, and baits another heart ![]() With a glint of satisfaction in my grim and vengeful eye.īoasting of the god of love's attentions, ….and watch that creeper limply sag and die Indignantly I sever taproot after taproot with my trusty sharp blade Once replete, with full crops, the tiny birds fly off to distant shaded woods there to indiscriminately drop their ****, unknowingly further spreading the insidious creeper pestilence. Clouds of green plumed waxeyes flock en mass, to flutter, competing ravenously to feast on the banks of seed heads. In late summer the creeper produces bunched, masses of frothy, green, seeded florets. and every other living plant located below it. Inhibiting its’ host tree, ultimately killing it. Wrapping its’ leaders tightly together, writhing skyward, smothering all else. Upon bursting through to the sunshine, it explodes into a huge and suffocating dominance. Leading vigorously ever upward, it climbs toward the light of day. The creeper wends its’ way up round and around the stalk of its’ slender tree host. He ain't selling you nothing you don't wantĪ curling green tendril climbs from its’ birthing nest of rotting bird **** It finds it's way straight into the heart of everything you believeīut don't be afraid of the creeper, darling Make a sound as if lifted from the ground Were you running round in circles till it Yeah that's a mighty fine creeper, Yeah that's a mighty fine creeper He will show you where your third eye used to be and give you his own When that creeper finds you he will open up your soul Yes, my race-baiting people, the creeper this might be Hitting ceilings, hurtin' feelings, feeling like you sold your soul to aīrilliant confusion in an infinite illusion that goes on and on and on and on and on It just might be the creeper, slow in coming, soft and humming You just can't tell and that's just as well
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