Pheromones of Orion's Belt
Suckle every toe like a sage
Coco Chanel is now a concept
Razor strap and a purple rabbit hole
Release in the Casa Azul
Blue house where Trotsky smiles
I sleep on my stomach
Mountains of the Iroquois
Snake pit and ghost braves
Princess fights the evil night
Bitten by a muse
3 am feathers
Don Juan, Carlos Castaneda
Leather
High heels
Silk stockings
Deeper into her bliss
Red, blue, purple
She is on top of the stars
I am on bottom of a silk endorphin
She is a thorn of the old world
Diego Rivera in the court yard
Frida Kahlo like Dali in Mexico
Revolutions can't change angels
Socialists of a vanguard plight
Surrealists with precepts of pain
Pablo Neruda would love my Queen
Her sumptuous lips seal like a crown
I hear the elders in sub space
Her whisper like a lioness
She loves purple
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