See me, high on kingship, 
Crowned by the sun, sword high, 
Magick running through the rivers 
Of my arms, sigils bursting from the 
Rims, strung out and spellbound on gin. 

And you, in surrender, your adams 
Apple shining on soft smooth skin, 
As the silver of your chain reaches
The canyon’s collarbone end. 

Here, I claim myself, The Beast.
Full of electric fire, shooting 
Embers, burning the tender 
Will to move, my way, through 
The highways of your thighs as
You sit, your legs over mine. 

There, Babalon becomes you, 
Accepting truth, as it roars, 
Rolling through its jagged teeth, 
Sending your omens homeward. 

We break crude jewels together.
Crushing crimson stars under 
Laughing hymns, bursting 
Neon quavers through the 
starkly dark sky. 

Be vulnerable with me, here, 
As sin sings its songs to 
Break us free. Let us stay,
Me, rocking you, gently – 
While the moment breaths new 
Life to old currents.