hold plaintive blossoms
in the lips of their cracks
and quiet breathing
cones of subtle fire
hold sway in hologram clouds
where I keep my crazed love
and her dictionary fingernails
blankets of sawdust and honey
drape our rings of ectoplasm
caressing over dancing spheres
a pyramid's horizon
leaves glancing at the fair grains
their veins of shade attract
our glade for one fortified morsel
soft tongue in the teeth of steel
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