REAPER
.
I sowed my oats
(whole, rolled, instant)
built an ark in
a time of drought
(deploying modern
hi-tec materials, paste,
carbon-fibre)
set my GPS to rapture to
navigate the
longitude and
latitude of
much
theological mess
sea of troubles
oceans of transition
came looking for your soul
heart of your true being
so pure
and, yes,
so pink
me hot for that
like blazing meteor
as I torch
the atmosphere some
dinosaur checking me out
my soul
much refried red
giant comparatively speaking
hot to the touch, sizzling
Carolina Reaper off
the Scoville charts
as I
negotiate your lips
poems 2 die for 