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i am...
a
cexth generation
warrior priest
exploring
unfamiliar roads
sharing faith,
To the best of my beliefs
making rounds
...on new grounds
stepping down hard pathways
rejuvenating
in prayer songs
...with
a fresh funky beat
...solo, dipping...
into a club, i stepped...
dropped into the maelstrom of...
anything/everything but, love
this was a volatile ...time and space
...well, aware of who i am/where i wuz
was i ...in too deep, unprepared
should things go left...
at best, i had the WORD with me
AND ...i was WITH the WORD
not that i'd not been tested before...
in love ...and war...
instead, of being scared
i was just a little perturbed...
about being TOO prepared
ready for the first demon to take the bait
got them in my sights,
not quite... what i'd expect,
a crippled old cougar,
armed with a Nazi luger
...something just wasn't right/so i left
moved on past that fright,
rebaited the trap
reset my RAP, sights
to tight...
changed the essence of the attractant
for a more natural trace of attraction
the perfect blend, to match the tempo tonight
the one... of which
i find a trace which delights,
in the mystique of these shifting moods
awakening the hunger,
the stalk, the chase
with the thrill of capture in the romance
of our minds in a time, a space...
shared/shaped in a capsule
of love...
when/if... we
find proof, of its existence
if, not... left
with an overheated ego,
on hold,
left in the cold
...punctuated with an icy stare
pulled back from the edge of the abyss,
just in time to save my life
...pretending not to care...
heading nowhere fast,
warped beyond delight,
crippled with fright
left, with only an empty shell
left, abandoned
...on the road to HELL
maybe next time,
but not tonight.
dropping from the shadows,
guided with a smooth insight
stepping into the circle of attention
so many attitudes,
making animated stares...
penetrating the space between
a crowd of faces
out of the midst, i saw you there
hit with an avalanche
of raw emotions,
i dared not express
should i, in a moment of weakness
leap onto the crest of the next wave in motion
followed closely by a tidal wave
...in formation
as my emotions tried
as best they could
to assess the situation...
in the dance
of wild stallions,
thunderstorms
before the smoke cleared,
i was within your grasp,
lost in the moment,
in the drift of anticipation,
i could not recall...
what came next...
you stole my heart,
threw away the book,
although, unique
i couldn't understand a word
was it written in Greek,
since i couldn't understand the text,
i did what i knew best...
jumped between the sheets
its fading in and out of consciousness
in the moment of distraction i awoke,
we were amidst the throes of orgasmic tremors,
having sex...
making love, came next
energizing...
captivating,
illuminating...
Cex
C2
