Deep in the heart
of my pollinated soul...

Ageing patterns scream
obscenities within ebony rings...

Twisted mortal of an ebony sky
deathly creatures transform...

My world crashed
a while back...

You were meant to shine
upon a morning sun of...

I remember the day so clearly,
a broken nose and bruised eyelid...

Late at night, extinguishing memories
blazing within my feverish destruction...

You resurrected my soul
upon a hot sultry night...

Lily petals dance
pink lemonade, sweet sunshine...

Lost in creativity,
mind clustered...

Traveling upon a memory
with organic pleasures...

I have moments within a world of destruction
where those miniscule words are the fire...