Toxic

Plump lips suck the toxic from bones
Suck the chill from tarnished air
Thaw it with expelled contortions that reverberate
Off of stained-glass membranes within lost epochs
Wrapping us in saturated dreamscapes
Beneath moody, melancholy arches of beautiful, dusty blues and greys

Unless

– Written in different passages –

Where

Slumber does not caress every crumbling tomb
Nightmares become death dream-circles
Unending, haunting plights in the afterlife
The inbetween where the lifeless live
Puppet bones with empty eyes, dancing to an unseen conductor
Paying tolls in backward circles that collide with eternity…

Plump lips suck the velvety, muted decay
Like it’s a romantic violet embryo in shades of ruffled, spongy lust –
Cemented to dementia hearts, choking from barbed wire tourniquets
You wear a disheveled crown of poetic solitude
Siphoned from the rusty, wretched gears others have welded to their bones…
You pull pistons with pen, coil torque with tongue, until it snaps
Slice air with fermented, soiled tears, sliding like worm trails down a recycled smile
Beneath a frosty sunset as scorching, sultry orange withers to sage –
Hovers over shadows and mottled statues that guard the institute of blue clarity –
Its mental steps leading to your grim spirit
Where every dense atrocity is encrusted with prickly, inflamed spines –
Bristly molecules that need a solvent before their debris dusts the fields with psychosis
What possessed the universe to unleash your brutal beauty into my emptiness?
What possessed me to string your thorns into a necklace –
That I adorn with my tender throat?
What possessed fire to dance between us?
I toss my hair beyond the reach
I don’t care about naked judgments from clothed strangers

Plump lips suck the rancid juice from the feast –
The blackened silt from terracotta twilights heart
Tongue sliding slow and cool up a lustless spine
Between each rough vertebrae it licks at the stars
Stroking their bliss into erratic vapours of ambrosial tendrils
Blooms that decorate the darkness with euphoric circadian residue
The moon salivates with each gushed, throaty breath
Time divides between fate and fallacy
Severing false tongues with razor sharp incisors
And we become a constellation of our own –
In the midnight sky
We unfurl among star births
Flowering, lacy love amid silver-passion explosions
Cocoons of hidden clouds forming lush, diaphanous, watercolor candy
That we glide through on our way to a mystical harvest of marigolds and wormwood
Rendering a celestial bridge to the unknown
And a louche of the perfect tint
Milky sweet