You stole me away,
brought me to the Bitter Blue,
where only mermaids go,
showed me the complexities of sugar-spun webs.
And when we hunched over,
squinting to better see the intricacies,
I glimpsed your milky arachnid lashes.
We peeled poppy petals
and made garlands of lilies.
And when I fell into nettles,
you licked away the trichomes.
We turned up big, breathing stones,
crushed up cicadas.
I fell asleep in a bed of gardenias,
and in my slumber you
spoiled me with jewels of cosmine
and told me even the radiolaria are listening.
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
You stole me away,
brought me to the Bitter Blue,
where only mermaids go,
showed me the complexities of sugar-spun webs.
And when we hunched over,
squinting to better see the intricacies,
I glimpsed your milky arachnid lashes.
We peeled poppy petals
and made garlands of lilies.
And when I fell into nettles,
you licked away the trichomes.
We turned up big, breathing stones,
crushed up cicadas.
I fell asleep in a bed of gardenias,
and in my slumber you
spoiled me with jewels of cosmine
and told me even the radiolaria are listening.