In the first shade in the dream-realizing bed ,
My senses learnt some mystic baths ,
As burning corpse in cremation hearth .
My engine with your paddle ,
Found opened approval of the occult ,
And void –flung , ding dang sang .
As cru fixation of Christ ,-world aloud .
Your desertion as forensic expert ,
Stirred my mammoth libido ,
And I was exposed volcano with no word .
My live-thirst to be a contented quench ,
In its trauma wrenched and wrenched ,
And your static snake rose through Kundolini .