1.2 To 1.5 Gallons

 "Well we know you're the reincarnation
of the ravenous Catherine the Great
and we know how you love your ovations
for the Z-rated scenes you create

there may come a day I will dance on your grave
unable do dance I will crawl across it
unable to dance I'll still crawl
unable to dance I'll crawl"*

can one be conquered
not with violence but with pleasure
I am that one

She has proven it possible

You overcame me from the start
truth be told You possessed me
from your first whisper...

You owned me before You
ever spoke to me
didn't You?

the Confluence calls me like a lighthouse
leads a broken busted ship to safe harbor

I sit in the darkness and  think of You O Queen
red flowing crimson directly from the heart
red running maroon straight into the heart
the Torrent of You breaks me
before its glory upon the rocks
leading me with Your dark light
into the Bloodwaters

I am transmutating

1.2 to 1.5 gallons of blood in the human body
and every single drop in my body
is You and belongs to You

I belong to You

O Queen Regnant
preside over me
until the singularity!

*from Hell In A Bucket by Grateful Dead

©John Edward Smith Jr.