She sings in falsetto
Raising the tempo higher
Octaves crashing upon the glass
Shattering shards, simple and sharp
Cut into the thick of the meat
And as I bleed, I applaud
A deafening death serenaded
What a splendid show.-
On down we go.

I wonder if trees feel pain when the red buds sprout green,
As leaves struggle to break free and emerge,
Flowing resplendently—
With a radiant verdant glow as the sun shines down.

Cold as winter’s snow,
Fear’s gravity weighed down my eyes,
Making my sight fixed on her radiant beauty.
Serpents in her hair and a serpentine sway of her hips hissed everywhere,
And she moved with an elegant snare.
Her cold and envious green gaze, like radiant jade, struck me.
I felt like one among the garden, growing vines from my mouth agape,
A simple possession ****** upon the beat of love.
But as copper tarnishes, so does my marbled finish,
Decaying and eroding through her ages.
She uses my form as an aegis,
and I am happily a common-place decor, a vase for her discretion.
Torn into malignant pieces,
I am fed to her hunger, taken in until visceral walls collapse the fragile rock.
Medusa, a love so starving that I would eat hemlock.

urination stench                
leaf decay and mans litter
yet  ... spears of green life

Bathing in the divine light,
Drinking Gaia’s tears,
Blanketed in the rich, nourishing soil,
Ephemeral ancient souls,
Last remnants of husk and bone,
Nutrient.

Budding with purpose,
Cocooned in elegance,
Destined deliverance,
Feel the swell of life like a rising tide,
Every secret knowledge gathered,
Pressed upon vibrant limbs.

Now bloom.