We crossed blades of grass,
crossed blazing sands and permafrost,
crosses' bipolar digest steeped along the road.
I exiled your secrets in the carnation of a butterfly,
omens of a petal pandemonium, greyspoken in black tongues,
sculpt a thorn whirlwind in the bowels of a nourishing tuber.
Together we used to pierrot and curse our echoing halls,
dug and ground through generations of rainfall,
as I would imprint vivid memories of you on petrified trunks.
Your sly sihlouette, nimble cryptid,
within carbon domes, mythos uterus spawn,
still contorts my logic; blood sylphen,
let's swim a leaden transgression in feather snowstorms.
I witnessed autumn blossoms painting rage across your brow,
reverse salvation, clock disarmed,
all the while you suckled at the sunset's throat,
whispers preserved in amber amnios,
your cyclone pining windpipe to fertilize Jupiter's womb,
to shine your life unto constellations far beyond the anvil flow
these Hyde clouds sweat in mouths of expired soil.
Save your request to repair quartered royal lines,
for metric symmetry took breath right here,
in the pattern origin where your song did reverberate,
serrated against solid walls damp, so silent
and my cry collapsed in molten wax, to turmoil bellowing below.
You'd wither should the sun reach your innocence.