Twisting Runes

XVIII

Could be hell
could be.

Or salvation.
         Salivation.
                       Your juice                      
on my chin.
My skin. Divinity.
Intimate divinity:
the pant
            the shudder

the green-hazel eyes
in relaxation.

I'm going to hell.
I'm going to help
you get there. We're 
in it together.
All play. A sense
of wonder. A sequence
of synchronicity.

Pink roses
stolen undercover
of darkness
                      &
train horns. 
                              Clicking
clacking, counting
dice - divining.
Courting nines. NO crapping
out. Completion.