My intention is
To spoil your lips in earthly umber,
And deck your wrists in frosted, golden bangles.
A glistening band around every finger,
A Morning Glory flower perched among your wavy tangles.
I want to offer you the sticky sweetness of a caramel creation,
Chunks of honeydew still dripping,
heavy beats and swelling cheeks…
Button snaps and leather straps to decorate your feet.
I want to get you on the rooftop dancing to cicada screams,
Until they hush into a hum,
Put you in the mood to let your feelings overflow…
Tend to your grasslands until your misty garden’s overgrown.
Sprawling ivy climbing the walls, but I…
I don’t notice at all.
My eyes are to the Moon… I offer her my body, every night…
In exchange for the power… To satisfy your appetite.
Draw the curtains,
Shut the door, and
Paint a portrait of the mystery who I’m still dreaming of,
On a radical crusade to redefine every little thing you thought love was.