Pandora

As soon as the idea of the Judgment
Had been outlawed,
I sat in prison, incognito
Pointing to the sky
As she descended
Reaching down to open my door
Releasing me from confinement.
Oh! The gift she gave me!
The sweet taste of freedom!
My priestess! Spiritual royalty
Moving mystically, calling me
To the sands of the Seychelles
And Himalayan poppy fields
On carpets of golden silk.
She is my heroine,
Walking on the vapors
Of powdered clouds
High above earthbound Olympus.
I fell in love with the way I feel
When she envelops me
When she is inside me
Pounding my heart faster
And harder than pelting rain,
Filling my brain
Twisting my mind
Into dreams of Elysian meadows
Where kaleidoscopic colors caress
Black and white concrete.
A metamorphosis of thought,
Of visions of queens and zebras
Dancing in the snow at twilight.
A transformation of essence
As I kneel to her
Saintlike and pedestaled
With the aura of a hashish halo.