Interpolation

A sensual storm cloud rising,
In the eastern sky,
The dragon of my desires.

Within her womb
The channel to the Sun,
And fire.

And yes you douse me.

Arouse me.

Seduce me with your
Radiant skirt,
And dance.

My life has left the plane of this existence;

Dwelling on in tapestries,
Molded automobiles;
And in the furnace of my heart
The most secret sentence I have spoken.

Flutter, you angel, and flee;
War is coming.

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