She was the girl who was made out of sugar.
Perfection crystallised in an hourglass figure
To be laced with ribbon around her small waist,
Pulling tighter on your chest, her bittersweet taste.

A nun whips me bare and broken
Against a wooden table Jesus once ate upon.
"Beg for forgiveness"
I get on my knees
and thank God for what I
am about to eat.

Will you be there when the sun paints a canvas of green?
Envelopes of colour closing in around my body,
A forgotten art form.A broken sculpture.
Wrap me up in a blanket of cellophane
And eat me like an evergreen bathes in gold.
Your seasonal fruit between bitten lips red
But when the leaves envy dances into passion
I wonder if we will be there to see it change.

She was the bottle that said "drink me"
And lifting up her dress I did just that.

If only she heard the water falling from my eyes
She would realise I am no longer alive.
If only she knew her kiss planted between open hips
Will wither away in this dark abyss.
If only I asked him to loosen his grip
Then maybe I could breathe without
Gasping
             for  
                  her
                        lips.

Full Moon knows so much more
than she is telling
Seen so much more
than any single imagination
Has been getting inside minds
much more than they ever realise