The Trip

My hand on death's thigh

Her smile wide and grim

How I wish that I could taste

The juices alive within

My mouth on her mouth

Her breast to mine

The silk is falling

As our tongues entwine

Her fingers long

Her movements swift

I take this pain

My only gift

It's moist and deep

Where you can't reach

It's moist and deep

Where God can't preach

In a bed of roses

Dead and gone

I hear Jim's laughter

I hear Jim's song

I knew his quest

Had been fulfilled

As soon as death

Had, had me filled

Up to the brim

And dripping slowly

A bucket mouth

And something holy

I get the question

Should I say no?

Do death and moon

The silver glow?

I fall asleep

Caressed till morning

The sun today

Will not be dawning.