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The Mayan Series
a dream-time descent into myself
by john p reed
 
The Beginning
#1 of the Mayan Series - Nothing is sweeter than a Beginning

How can one speak of
the draw, the compulsion
the sounds that the stamping feet
the feathered and belled ankles make
dancing around the cracked bone marrow sucked sacrifice
breasts glistening in the firelight reflecting splattered blood,
ignored for the entrails are sweeter meat
should I even raise the spectre of the tender heart I see
that the priestess hides in her convoluted ceremonies
the heart that is alone with her visions of the dance
and offered to the gods darker than she can envision
should I then expose my soft underbelly to her
before of all these cheering jeering leering acolytes
for her to cut my heart out, and toss to them for snacking
the time and place of our crossing was determined
ere we were born, but the manner of its approach
was chosen by me, but a few moments ago.
if I was to speak of the things I see that lay behind
her words my own soul would be in jeopardy
perhaps this desire to share the pain she tries so hard
to expunge is just the honey on the bait, and tasted
by her other victims before me seconds before
their entrails lay open to the air
for the honeybuzzard to dance on


 
Snared
#2 in the Mayan Series - Nothing is more fascinating than a preview of your own self-destruction.

dancing pulse of blood in my ears the music of my soul
fired by heartbeat after heartbeat time and time again the hot
throb in loin and gut deep and intense waves rush through
mind's fog of hormonal sweat and sheets of flame between my eyes
and the fire I dance poised between ecstatic embrace of front flashing heat
cold wind on back all serves one mistress one love one heart
calling to me across the void of the night I dance to this music
feet stamping time to the thrum thrum thrum rythym of the
hot sticky fluid poised to cross the void energy full and ripe
give to you all of me in these thrusts of hip and flash of arms chest taut
with tension breath burning in throat and lung liver ache stomach knot
hard and acid deep in the center of things burned by the selfsame fire
of longing and desire and need to feed on the blood fresh from your veins
fluids of your body igniting passion beyond the dance to alleviate
beyond the light of the love beyond the heat of the fire before me
bright light looming still I dance dance dance with the freedom of this
abandon all to the beat hammered on my skull by fates decree
the loss the love the pain sweet sweet pain of it of you of me of us
never to know never to see never to be never to feel the touch that
stops the need never to taste the freshened heat from you never to
eat the love of you never to feel the mornings light on faces sated so
I dance dance dance my pain into the universes’ waiting arms let
mother mary come to me I have something for her too deep in the
abyss of this shadows dance on the walls of time and endless scenes
of hunters effigies fall into flames I long for one of you to toss into
flames to honor you praise your skill you mistress of the hunt how
warily I crept into snare after snare you set for me each baited with
silent passivity and need lulling my caution urging me to join you in
the dance that never ends and then snap! the noose grabs limbs and
pulled to the four winds and expose gut to the flames of it all and
flash chert knife once more comes down this time on me my heart
I see gleaming in firelight and lips I long to kiss long to bite and tear
from your skull in sweet sweet love gently kiss the pulsating thing in
your fist yet still my limbs twitch to the beat of it still I give myself willingly
in mad laughter to this sacrifice you want my heart then feast slake your thirst
where I would have slaked mine you are the mistress of my heart
take as you will leave me hollow and bleeding in the snares hanging
like a fly in a web black widow you are not hour-glass spiders kill
their mate and I have never known that touch from you only love love love
and sweet sweet pain of it tearing veins from my limbs with paper clips
staunching blood with salt you show me time and again the sweet pain love
you know so well and serve bits of me to the next victim as bait I wondered
where that first meal I had from you came and I see now the sparkling bones
strewn in the bushes and know that I am but one more in a line of them
one two three ME four five six pile bones on my sticks glistening in moonlight
I wasn’t even first and wont be the last your need to bleed and feed cracked bone
sucked for sweet sweet marrow ensures your continued hunt
that wasn’t lip gloss it was blood and with that one last thought I know
this will never end until alone I

fall


 
Ceremony
#3 in the Mayan Series - There is no higher love than sacrifice...

The bell clangs the sun glistens
Crowd kneeling deep in the stone pathways
At each toll the chert knife flashes black with blood of the winners
The lottery drawn for the privilege of being with the gods this day
Flash and rib crack, bite and scream while heart
And liver sizzle on braziers smoky pillar wafting to the
Nostrils of the many gods she loves
The body is tossed, still twitching mouth open in silent supplication
The line shifts the bell tolls and one more lays himself on the altar of her love.
Chert knife raised and eyes wide stare at the heart of her
It lay bare on the stone to her gods.
A pause then tears as she knows her joy is gone from her
Never to taste of her flesh again.
Chert knife flash and ribs crack then heart raised high
His fading sight sees her raise his heart aloft
Chert knife raised the priestess slices breast and ribs
And gently kisses his heart and exchanges it for hers.
The bell tolls once more in ceremony
Together they roam the halls of the gods
Love fulfilled Love over all



 
Compulsion
#4 in the Mayan Series - Nothing is more compelling than love...

One can speak of the need
burning bright within the chest
hammer blow of the blood music
throbbing to the pulsing stamping
thrum  ta  thrum  ta  thrum

calves bulge foot strikes earth
over and over the rhythm sounds
belled ankles feathered wrists twirl
through the frenzy of the dance
thrum  ta  thrum  ta  thrum

breasts heave, and sweat glistens
the dancer calls for me to join
come, accept my sacrifice
the universe's end in sight
thrum  ta  thrum  ta  thrum

monkey brain grimaces at
eternal cycles of beginning
candles burn at both ends
eternal pain comes with her knife
thrum  ta  thrum  ta  thrum

smoke sex and fire shadows
love, pain and atonement
sweat and sacrifice
thrum  ta  thrum  ta  thrum


 
The Willing Sacrifice
#5 in the Mayan Series - Nothing is better than knowing the truth

Once she knew she was my Priestess, for seventy-seven days.

For seventy-seven days, there was chert and a promise. Made selfless and true, that no matter what, I would know

her flesh, her voice, her knife; that I would know cold and heat and pain and hurt, and her, and all she could

give and more and more and more. She promised that my flesh would know her touch - no matter what.

From the 10th month, 20th day, until the 1st month on the 4th day; she was my Priestess and willingly I offered

her my sacrifice. Willingly I gave myself to her, and for 76 days and nights she embraced me. And on the evening

of the 76th day, all preparations done, she stretched forth her hand and bade me wait. And for the twelve hours

she was gone - I waited. I ran all of it through my heart; every moment of time spent flashed past my mind - and

it was a purity of love that I found. I had the words of assurance composed and poised to send. I awaited her

return, to speak these words of my heart.

She returned - She spoke 'I love you' and the clear tone of the bell of the gods rang.

Looking upwards, I felt the cold air flush across my chest as I bared it to her. So well I knew my role, that I

bared it to her in time to her raising hand. I offered her my heart - as she needed, as I must.

With a flash of light and the striking of chert to flesh, bright-pain and the crack of ribs she tore it from me.

Indifferently, barely noticing me now, as she had the pulsating core of all that I was or could ever be in her

hand. She looked to the place within her and opened herself to her gods and as She bathed herself in my soul

flooding from my heart in her hand, She brought it to her lips (at long last I was to feel her lips!)

Her lips parted, red gates to heaven opened, and with a second flash of light, ivory instead of chert, her teeth

tore my heart open and my soul's blood spewed across her perfectly formed face. A spray of my very life wasted

itself across the softness of her breasts, and chewing, she cast the rest on the brazier.

As the light faded so slowly, I saw her bloody of hands and mouth - walking away. As I knew she would, She had

consumed me.

She walks with the sure footed grace of a predator stalking, one who already has her next prey in sight.


A Gift for the Gods
#6 in the Mayan Series - Nothing is worse than apathy...

I can now speak of
the draw, the compulsion
the thud of her feet stamping
her feathers rustle and belled ankles sound
she struck deep and true
I bent and was the sacrifice

My bones have been snapped and marrow sucked
in the joyous dance of promise
I have known cold and heat
and vice and pain and hurt,
and her, and all she could give
and more, I know her knife

The honey of her desire lure
trapped me firm within her reach
the faint and mocking laughter
of victims before me tickled my ears
her hands are red with loving me
entrails pulled for the privilege

tied to her maypole a femur held high
danced with the bell-sound of giving
the sacrifices before me now offal
her jeering acolytes toss me
into her cracked bone pit
there is no single hell more painful

With a naive hope to be the <i>One</i>
for a chance to know her touch
I willingly became victim
offered to her dark gods
the only gift they accept
a burnt and discarded heart.
 

Falling Away
#7 in the Mayan Series - Nothing is more healing than Dreamtime apathy...

Laughter spinning razor skin flash broken dream awake asleep blood slime sheets soaked loving touches me you love

blade bright slip slide copper taste slick cloy clot scent charnel hot musk thigh heat burn path acid wash

solvent smell lips blue black glint dark light reflected purple tooth jaw-line hair fall drip drop Clorox cum

pearls smear red flesh open gash sash shorn smooth rounding mounding glistening button starlight sparkle drum

pulse arms twitch rhythmic legs throb pounding dazzling dizzy eyes dance minds melt souls merge hearts blend

falling away




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