Piers of Passion

I visited these sandy shores once before
   singing and dancing as another
A bright blue-eyed virgin with open ears
   said I was to greet fame on these crowded piers

Aphrodisiac experiences kept my breast warm
   bear caves concieved rags and a polished vixen
My breast are no more, since she opened the door
   wildlife genesis, mute words from Fire's refashioned core

Relief, genetic's meaningless apron
  stained with infancy, sleeping blood
in clocks, runned by polar bears
   white fur, crying in calenders
      for the lost month
           -never-
        to be spoken

But now, I slip off my laceless shoes
pulling crocodile teeth out of exhausted feet
          dreams out from the snake's coils
          self-hymms out of the Black Market
          love out of a distorted breath
          tea out of an ancient whiskey bottle
          virgins out of tight-fit blue jeans
killing the risk of age with infinite youth

Shoeless, I sing and dance in Beauty's endless possibilities
   soaring through painted heavens
      up above the crowded piers
      singing to Passion's petticoat ears