Perhaps she’ll be still present

At times

When you dive into your own

Tantric sexuality.

Just as A said

Just as KK said

Just as your Muses said.

Now then you had a hard week

A chain of therapies behind you

And you feel like hit by a ton

Of bricks.

Your legs are bandaged with lead

And who injected into your knees

Liquefied iron?

There’s hardly any joy

Yet the best of all therapies is


Love. Try self-love.

Try Tantric-love

What else is there to do for you?

For you wish to call on your Muse

To aid you in your magic garden

Where you lose yourself in the

Tangles of your drawings

Like a tortoise in an abandoned

Green plastic netting.






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