And all of the girls I had ever loved sighed and lay into my heart, and they drew in like the fins of a centrifuge, my throat rising like a cable of electric bone, elevating my head as my venetian throat glowed blue neon… radiating… falling like rain upon my soft, loving scaffold. My god dear cradling skin please cool this heartburn in your tender breath. I am no solace without transcendence into the higher portals. One single moment of sacred vibration forever held as I commit to the absolute… my muse. This is where I go when the crown slides down and I slip out of my shadow like a silk nightgown. Schlopp… sucked to the floor which becomes the night beneath this cobra shroud of dripping, wet, lady – her hot moans rattling my atoms in forever-bliss where silence and darkness lap the shores of flesh. God, how I’ve adored you from my angry vessel. Come fuse the gills of my heart, darling hair and denim. Come be me for one final day, so that I can know myself beyond the mirror… beyond the pain.