the horny ghost
comes to those who have suffered long
the agony of torrid loves  hunger
he is a savior that needs to be saved
a glittering pageant of sexual despair
his color sapphire
a weeping shell
a dark cloud of smoldering ash
that never burns out
he is heat and light
he can smell the musk between your legs
taste tears of want
as if they are his own
his cock
bursting like trees
bludgeon hard

no you cant put your finger on it
your heart
tears with tiger pants
your parched mouth dire
is his
the emptiness between your legs
is his
he comes to you a smudge
then
white attendant with black eyed gems
be not afraid

he was lost in life
a moralist
who could not find Jacobs latter
nor free him self of false boundaries
set upon him by the good people
their  minds spider bites and corpses
who imagined a god
who loved them  by decrees
of thou shalt not not not
and did not know
that flesh needs flesh
and  only human love could save him
then to the grave
just a horny ghost theory
to the living