Poem written for Divine Metamorphoses, a genius and a goddess
She’s this gorgeous woman
in a slip
riding a bike
not a TREK or some shit
a real bike
with style
a front wheel the size of Earth
the back wheel its satellite Moon
She’s trailing a dolphin and a clipper ship
attached by an umbilical cord
attached to her clit ring
she’s all dark and goth and trannys line up
in the background jerking off like a great
transgender
bukkake
while the free hand of each tranny touches the free breast
of the tranny besides him/her
and they jizz stardust that sizzles as it splatters
like bacon frying and popping like Syd Barrett singing
like Milos Raonic serving
his one greased strand of hair cascading onto his forehead
this divine creature peddles through the sky.
her legs go on forever
not a few feet or meters
forever like the difference
between the size of a pebble on a lake’s shore
and the size of the sun
she peddles with urgency
her brain is there enticing the trans-bukkake
to shoot ropes of interstellar jism
that spin with gravity and gravity
and like that
this cycling sky-nymph
paints galaxies
onto the never before known black canvas
the empty pin cushions
that come into unbeing and thus are
her slip is billowing
her black hair is a tornado behind her
smudging frigid errors
into blurry wet goodness
men, women, transgender
all point at this cycling goddess
all kneeling to her
the torso of a man
floats in front of her
waiting with a ballroom
gown
in front of a great disco ball sun
that shines fuckadelic
she hops off her cosmic bike
and the trannies’ sizzling celestial semen colors in his legs
DNA strands twirl in double helix dances
until she has made
he
hands her the gown
she strips off her slip
pale against the sky
all worship
her giant tits
her vast navel
her unbounded pussy
her juicy sidereal ass
he bites the umbilical cord
and frees her
from the dolphin and clipper ship
she puts on the gown
interlocks his fingers
and they dance
a perennial jig
stars swirling
her black hair a tornado
his blonde hair a whirlpool
his fit abs twitch
when she runs a finger at his neck
her nipples bloom
and flowers sprout underneath
their naked feet
then dissolve
he holds her neck
and they kiss
stardust swirls in their mouths
this is not drunk motel sex
this god and goddess
this is Eros and Aphrodite
this is Xochiquetzal and Bes
this is Enzo and Rati
her blowjob is eternal deep throat
this is not a bad-smelling purple jelly
this a red giant
parting her labia
his cock is lightyears
their simultaneous orgasm
is a Karmen vortex street
that shakes and swirls
they continue their ballroom dance
and suck each other’s essence
out of their lips and
and their lips’ throats
until she gives way again
and bends her cosmic asshole
this sodomy gives the Khajuraho
her delicate forms
gives Chennakesava its sensuality
his boundless cock
impales her as roughly as tenderly
she gives into him
and he melts into her
her immeasurable hole
takes every lightyear of him
they rip a chasm into the
pin cushion
light of a new universe
shines out
the holes in this current universe’s background
and something that wasn’t suddenly is
and in that new something they collapse
and have a post-coital nap
in each other’s arms
a new temple is being built
to house this new image
this divine metamorphoses
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