Oh saccharine stain of Marigold,
who gleams upon the scales
of repletion, may your best defense
remain your ignorance,

From the beginning-
you clenched
to the strings of other
bleary-eyed good doers
veneer and marionette,
tearing among your seams

Grasp the wholes of eternity,
unwarranted- time has it's faults
find solace in your spill downward-
evade the listless chasm-
the dread
from which you'll never escape
again

For I can swing many a starless night
for me, you've lost your glow,
abiding by my own dusty torches
in a pride
you will never know.

Benevolence scatters,
like the jagged edges
of snowflake ends

where winter meets
the great face
of awkward onlookers,
with a tinge and hello

just one flurry
at a time
becomes a dozen
in a fury

and maybe if we collect
enough snow stars
weave our little pieces
of December flesh
with a thread
of permafrost

We can dance in choas
in our snowskirts

still fresh of frozen dirt
sifting beneath our steel boots
and untamed ice skates

A conception
to dream-
a sanction
of Wintry synnergy
free
of hibernation and
sleep

the solemn place
from where Mother Earth
is now appeased.

An index of unsaid vapors
tryst haywire around your eyes.
Delicate in their feasting leaps
You want what can gain
You aim to get inside.

Mate like an animal
to the varicolored sky
Violet and blue don't want to rest-
You're no Don Juan
even at your best.

Sparks come flaming
from your thundercloud
you wear it off your mouth-
electric drips
of shock and reverie.
God forbid
you let this out.

Maybe somehow-
little Unsteady Miracle!
you will swear aloud,
"I did this out of love!"

The phantasm won't stop
when push comes to shove-
want, take, have,
I'm one permanent meal-
your delectable dessert
sealed with a
fatal
undercurrent.

So be-live the vice!
You've got your lip
in my mouth,
all I gotta do is bite down
release the acrimony in-
the volatile contagion
you can't resist!

A kiss
and god send
like you've never had.
The slender fingers
of the maddened muse
break
your neck.

consummate
consummate
consummate
THIS!

My tomb-
The divinity
you crave.
Enough is never
enough.

You always want
what you cannot achieve,
My little lovely
sit and grieve!
You can only crawl
so far inside!
for me,
die, die, die

Do not discern nor waste this
Little dove!
Do not fetter
and give up!
Consummate THIS!
when push comes to shove-

Have enough
to never forget-
Musings etched
indelibly
upon your memory-
You've got the scarring
to prove,
you barely survived.