Headless twin war gods
ascend into the nimbus
in search of some place.

Death breath can't phase me
when I count my syllables,
neither can your horns.

Long dark looks cast out
and shamanic temptation
reinforce my pledge.

 Getting breezed in here-
I am but a hologram,
do you remembrall?

The starwind 'possum
appears in the alley when
I think of you, dear,

and then when the moon
sends galactic energy,
I sit cross-legged.

Staring at fluid
right for us to canoe in
Reign beau in the night.