Sex Magic

borne on the birthday of aleister crowley
of the many magics one of mine is sex
through this connection i can heal
a coyote with a broken back in a robot body
with a mind in a magician's hatful of learning
in this land of the blind with its neon chains
all the time, ever-yearning

salival i have a 9 inch snake
whom of men and women wisdom take
the poppy rattle shakes
we but matter and energy binds you and me
reiki tantric sex break this very reality

what is there new we can see?
the karma of sutra supine
the concave to convex questions
we intercourse in inquiry
tornadoes of souls emeshed
something even beyond infinity
love, i can't express it

dressing ourselves up in moral depravity
till we can't even see the real human being
metacognition any moment can be naturally naked:
even the God of love makes love
virginity only exists as a conceptualization
purity is something that love done in sex cannot take away

polyamorous intents
the depths of this compassion
like the carbunkle of jesus
spiritual sex which opens third ayins

holy temples shall collide
and monks mountainous
shall in the ladies of the valley
be found within meditating

this that stands erect
is a lingam of shiva
cannabis ashes taste the kiss
to lady green i make love
a real presence that heals
allows the hurt to see

lubrication like a great metaphor of the tao
lust to rust and love to trust
i cut away marionette strings
with my machete