The Cult Of Woman Worshipping Poem by Chuy Amante

Blow me out of my world
of numbers, logic, knowledge...
dead in the head

catapult me into the world of heart
smells, feelings, gustatory excitement,
colorfulatiosness
wild music splashing,
rushing, appeasing my
ubiquitous, heavy dryness

dance my body down
sprinkle me in sugar crystals
fan me with three opinions
forever y thing
s go in circles, triangulating
my square blindness

run naked in the halls
of my mind and house
throwing paint randomly
and i'll love your crazyass
incessantly, a true worshipful
happy blindman
blissed out
by fire of ONE