Manipulations Of Fate

I wait— here I wait for white magic reverie to embrace me free me here I wait— an hourglass full of leopard-print thoughts sugar-granular-musings spill the beginning to the end of a story the potential the inevitable life finite love infinite day dreams or bad dreams depends on how the sun or moon colors time a red velvet box empty its precious gem replaced a cubic zirconia fantasy instead deprived of diamond’s fire a synthesized rainbow fades to gray constricted in restricted space when I close the lid effortless elegance elegant effort moonbeams spread the legs of vertical blinds invasion persuasion the dark skin of the room wears the soft sight of moonlight soft as the steam of your sigh your breath upon my nape a passion hunter your testosterone kiss a hungry wolf as I stood at the window white breasts full and bright when I wore the soft sight of moonlight my window open invitation temptation flirty-flutter curtain a frilly filly —buxom in billows sheer— rides the bedtime breeze fluctuations undulations insistent persistent the breeze a wolf of growling tenderness a tender wild wolf my skin wears the lone-wolf breeze goosebumped a bit here and there circular goosebumps rise — enchanted levitation elation I close my eyes a vision of galaxy stars bloom I pluck ‘forget-me-nots’ from a spangled field attraction action — chain reaction ..and the stars they start to fall the wizardry of Perseus a gentle meteor rain star-dusted sorrow tame the music of champagne resonant bubbles pour and pulse and purr in my veins a symphony… timpani drum vibrates my chest …but the stars! they a-l-l start to fall! a lethal lava rain harder hotter wilder each star every star— millions! —cleaved from the grieving body of a heaving sky thrown against my soul with vengeance dark magic reverie black holes pierce the dying heavens— …“Isn’t it g-r-e-a-t to be alive?” wolf’s-bane-wind whispers again with a wolfish grin my paralyzed heart nothing but a red box empty constricted by a snake—a synthesized rainbow boa restricted in the stranglehold of serpent bedsheets moonbeams —lunatic laser beams spread the legs of vertical blinds invasion occasion birth pangs the product of our lost romance ghost children; pain and bane our progeny.. my progeny flood the floor bathed in ruptured amniotic moonlight I mourn— …here I mourn… an hourglass; a womb of possibilities and the belly of Hell— an hourglass full of manipulations of fate —turned over again cubic zirconia fantasy deprived of diamond’s fire dies a faux phoenix my life— my phony life cognition a magician conjures fake ignition —a twin flame alone— reflection in broken mirror only my lonely soul rose-water tears and rose-scented prayers; rosary layers of my green weakness grow a wilted rose of woe .. my breath without you my mechanical weakness death—your last breath your only natural weakness