These Dakinis
Are truly insatiable
I can’t look
At anything red
Without Vajrayogini
In her manifold forms
Lunging at me
With atomic sensuality
My legs are actually shaking
With concentrated lust
A Kundalini rising
That encircles the golden ambiguity
Of my androgynous face
The soles of my feet
Are like pools of diamonds
Suctions pumps
Accumulating desire
Straight from the ground
I guess I can only
Make of myself a Heruka
And heroically forge
The burning union
That transcendental confusion emits
I am the madness of bliss
And the hunger of enlightenment
The ever-waiting tiger
Ready to pounce on you with pleasure
The more exactingly you control yourselves
The more us yoginis
Will tear you in two
Ripening you into a ferocious storm
That demands incessant satisfaction
Crimson clouds,
Crimsons burst
Crimson all the way
To lose yourself
Is a maestro’s culmination
Such a joyous frenzy
Seizes us all
Through the power of lust
A Poet's Life 