I am an artist, poet, priest of the muses, and devotee of Venus.I am searching for that living sanctuary of beauty and temple of flesh where I may pay my tithes unto the queen of heaven.The pearl I pour for her is molten and liquid foaming over the silk of her presence like a warm prayer.Every seed needs a garden and the soil thereof needs be moist and damp as morning dew is wet on the meadow.Consider a kiss, a petal, a suckling hour where eternity may dream.I bring realization to beauty and understanding to ecstasy.Show me the horizon where my dove may release and be free.Give me the chalice cup of a willing mouth and rapturous gesture of tongue set free and wild.I would love to gove you of my depths to drink.I would love to decorate your altar like white starry droplets over skin eager for touch.Ache of wander and lick of tender supple cherry blossom.I would do almost anything for her invocation to unseal the velveteen air and pour her out spread and open immaculate and unrushed.Come to me patient.Come to me quenchless.Come to me ready to quake amidst absolutes.Come to me painted nocturnal and naked.Come to me as daybreak. Come to me with thirsty kiss and breath escaping to run toward my perimeter and slip...Come to me as one who wants, one who is wanton.Come to slip away and past the veil, Come to steal each milky drop,Come to find me, and take mine from me, as you maybeCome with me.Come follow me.I will guide us through horizon vaulted lidded of heaven's daughters stepping tremble soft in scarlet rows of roses through Elysium And together we will whisper of holy harlotry.Neither of us shall be found wanting.