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I erupt and heaven parts, calling my name. I erupt and my feet don't still, my hips unyield. I erupt and the group trembles, asks me for a ride into wild, primal flow, mountains know. I erupt with a flash of sex, a golden hex of lays, frays of light drip through. I erupt and the birds ask my name, the worms slither untamed, snakes uncoil in vain. I erupt as the burning sun, as all is one. I erupt. This poem is from Hunni Bloom's poetry book, Healing: Cum and Dance.
