You are like a paisley sunrise -
A tapestry of gorgeous spirit.
Your sheets radiant with laughter
Are patchouli spiced dances
In the sweltered tunings of cooling dusk.

Now Eros' altars wafting incense;
Sepia backbones stir spectral sighs.
Poised for splendid primal reckonings
Back door brains melt lucid minds
For in fluidity we thrive.

Through eyeing eternity
the prophecy is absolved
By monastic deflection I
Gained what the animals saw

Gypsy moth set your passion in plaster
Metamorphosis looms wherein
Wings strive thereafter