The Right Hand

It's 300am
8/06/07
I'm having a bad dream.

      I plea to Libe my sorrows. She is pleased. She descends from darkness.
A chalice in her right hand; she pours into mouth. This is her prayer:

      "I speak according to dishonor which you gladly suffer in your
      foolishness. I measure the perils of your false labours and
      the bondage of nakedness...
      You are the fool, who rides the hub of life's wheel.+
      You have not sown children, but have foresaken the covenant
      with woman..
      It is the curse of those, who fear the race of Adam to be
      uprooted... This is the mark of Caine.
      It is for this sacrifice that I love thee, my child of dust."

My face is wet with sweat... I stumble to the shower and the into the cold
water to clean me. Slowly I slide down into the tub; the water beats on
my secret... I am aroused. Her face appears directly infront of mine.
She is smiling:

      "Is this joy or misery? Do you think this is yours? Your are
      nothing without a woman... You are my water to drink and
      make with what I choose."

She takes my secret  inside of her and arches backwards, swallowing
the water from above. Coming foreward again; she places her mouth
over mine and passes the water down my throat... I gasp.
There is laughter, but she is gone. ..
    Strange, how much I love her.