Dear, Love.

Blood filled

Slick salty sweet

You pull your

Heat

From my body

Inverted I lay

In your opposite darkness

Pain.

Gimme gimme gimmee gimmee

Pick the flowers you see

Gimme gimme gimme gimme

So many flowers

Spread the seed

Spread the seed

Buzzing bee

Focused distraction in the field

Fulfilling proliferative purpose

But to serve the queen?

Or to pick the all the flowers

And leave barren field.

Twisted metal key

Heaved into lock

Door of secrets

Turn the key.

Aorta pulsing outside

My chest

Blood flows.

Turn the key.

Hand jiggles lock

Turn the key.

But the flowers,

Fleeting beauty

Come to me

Shadow plucks at fingers

Loosens grip

Body falls into barren field

And dies.

Vacant the experience of

the most beautiful

Flower.

You enter me

Slick salty sweet

Molten.

Alchemical.

Rock transformed

Into gold.

I am not scary.

I am love.

Turn the key.