All that is unreason me
I am made of wild unreason,
running through my bones:
unreasonably proud and lustful -
wanting all
and touching all
and drinking, fucking, wildly trusting all.
All of me is all unreason,
all my thoughts exploding wildly:
butterflies
that start as demon storms -
storms that have no centre
and no check your luggage points.
All of me is wild unreason,
Gypsy blood that’s raining
from the bluest skies:
fierce and hot
and smoke and throbbing -
all I want is wild and wet and warm.
All I want -
ah yes again:
all I want is seeing, breathing through your skin,
your mouth and ears and eyes and cunt.
All that is unreason me
wants all of you forever.