this sums up, the portal of black magick, howls of the scarlet queen
the red dream
scarlet wallpaper, as smooth, as torid wrinkled
velvet wet and dreamy
kisses of a girl dreaming, blindfolded naked
fondled by the pulsations of darkness
the fabric of dreams, weave in and out the tangles of
unreality, lucid mirrors, pass over her flesh, one by one
a red door opens, a succulent mouth swallows her curtain
of mind and body
a pandoras door swings off its hinges, allowing
many an array of pleasures to increase
beyond the doors, of scarlet slumber