satin tygers

An agony sears through me
i am devastated
my fingers tingle
and i am dead

the little death
as a fountain
geysers from my
dick

arcing in the firmament
a white jet
of life seeking
tygers

tygers enclosed
within a delight
of many colours
and moods

living in my mind
rolling upon the satin
wilds beneath a liquid
blue sky

the godshatter
fills my senses
and i am content
to watch the shadows

frolic on my life's
breast, to taste her
nipple and awaken
from her sweet petite mort

with a slow kiss
and see the rising sun
come back for
more.

10/4/94