Adrift
Stitch into my skin your perennial bouquet
Feed me a transfusion of the sun’s bronze blood
Adieu to the winter demons loitering in my dreams
For cupid simmers in an amorous stew it seems
Commandments say to not thrash the persecuted pulses
Convert the leather lash into a benign bow
For do not become malleable to a hag’s sources
Fix the cupboard unhinged by my manifestos
Mother’s basil scoffs in juvenile rebellion
The only flora to scour the dullness off my dish is you
Captain, when sailing into the lustful waters of sirens
Do not drown in their blasphemous cues
Find me soiled in the moors, hemming the stems
For no coward can climb by conforming cobwebs then
Anchor the boat at the underground’s port and transcend
My pitcher awaits to cure your dehydrated den
With the erosion of time creases colonize our countenances
Recollect the monochrome films, anoint the bristle
For when our lids seal with immortal paste
My wax will hold the weight of your handsome flame