“Please be gentle”, i said
“You are my first mystic poem”,
But the poem tore my shirt,
threw me on the floor,
jumped naked on top of me
and started kissing me passionately
The fire quickly burned the room,
numbed my senses and evaporated every desire
i ever had…
within seconds the whole universe turned to dust…
In the distance
I heared a familiar but faint voice thinking
this mystical poetry business
sure ain’t
for the faint of heart…