You, a pancake house,
often drizzled my palms in maple...

I watched you -
a heart of bereft love...

My eyes are of poison ivy,
itching 'til I can no longer see...

A morning burst
of orange citrus...

You linger like
a pinch of cinnamon...

I see her -
a moon-white dream...

Diverged grapevines of orchid
strike with harm...

You'll find her
midst constellations of...

I shuffle with ears dragging,
tail tucked 'tween legs...

Pepper flakes lay on
your tongue furtively...

You stung me, spewing
tigers from bloated fishes...

As you peel back
layers of hardship masking...