No Love In Space

I am the elusive fire
that works in secret...

A dead white landscape
leads all the way to the horizon
the whole world
picked clean by dealdly vultures
this must be love?
but there is no love in space!

I cant be alive????

That sound
wedding bells
like atoms crackiling
in the morning sun
exacully how long have i
been floating here
like treading water?
held in a pocket dimnsion
reflected in your eyes.

Breathing hard
flesh pounding against flesh
bone rubs against bone
sliping inside each others skin
like a engine that never stops
unknown pleasures
and uncontrolible orgasums
pulsate like quasars in space.

She cuppes me in her hands
gently kissing me
making cosmic
swirling motions
with her martain toungue
We both thrusted in unison
she was my muse
and i her royle hypnotist
crating a genesis
of maybe's
and whatevers.

I felt her in the sun
i couldnot control
the cosmic rays
the spasums of orgasmic energy
ravished the solar system
my hot astromy in her mouth
her hand held in mine

but the dread monster
discovred us
us its
sexual intruders
as it always does.

There is a hole in my head
and somthing crawleed in
distergrating in black heat
snap and flash
as atoms crack.

Matter disolves
in the core of the sun
the nuculer bridal chamber
kills my brain stem
and reclaims my soul.

The red dot apperes at last
a touch of the button
i toungue the button
it like mother nature's nipple
looming up like then sun

oh, what have i done
what have i become?

I have seen the future
her hand,
her pale, ripped skin
slides to reveal bone
her red nails
are all that remain
i am bleeding lunar tides
this is where miranda died.

It took her sister
but now there is only me
clinging to the last fragmerns
of a decaying personality.