would that be blasphem-be?

(is there a highest form of love?)
...she awoke to call me a
classical greek tao-rist!
that i fucked God in the mouth and i with my new headdress danced like conception.
i am the south wind. i am moving through you.
that is until i grew old as shadow, as a prayer of protection waltzing to the e.a.r.t.h.
bowing as a petition, limbs in the dirt.
And on the hour i sang songs i believed,
i slept and knew my new life had been a dream
every ex-seamstress followed me there and
fashioned me new existential caps
(THAT is why you keep your little lovers in your lap.)
i've put out your future fire with my tears.
And i was so happy sappy that i
tried out her math. tourists, heads of a feather with
all of the calculus and conics
and the knowledge of a futurist
made of machineries, we walked and embodied seas of melting topography.
our corpses were sworn to
youth and our warm witnesses left our centers in a burst, during the nomenclature
of an effigy.
i have two faces, a real trickster,
are you brave enough, want to lie with me?
i count your worth in bravery
in terms of the number of scars opposed to your burns.