thelema

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 reachesThe canyon’s collarbone end.  Here, I claim myself, The Beast.Full of electric fire, Read more