​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.

And then?

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.