I dig so far into spring soil, I touched the leaves from the fall.

Grass stains, the doves of blood descend on my flower lamb. 

Aurora cries, violently bobbing up from a venusian plumeging. 

Mouth agape, virginal gills redeeming, unseen but you and the falls quivering leaves.

Giggling at the rolling visionallys, 

mossy land bodies writhing in sexuatical delirium.

You can read on my quill tongue I need Pan,

My heels kick to match your hooves,

But now i’m squirming like tadpole sperm

In early summer, treasure deepening diver. 

Your voice krakens from the apocalyptic bouquets of heavens,

Smearing whiteness on my tail onced wound,

‘Swim through and around me, say-soothe.’

I sit in Phantasmagoria, my body turns in my mothers glossolalia. 

A ferris wheel I have found myself in,

Wrapped in a feathered serpent, 

Its tongue where my insides could’ve been. 

Is this Gods love? Who am I now but the God of Love?

Shapeshifting, god morphing, he is keeping from bursting out laughing.

‘My blushing owls’ nest! Our love comes from the heart-on of the human’s chest.’

Hekate, a hectic aussie tititantacalizes me.

Pheromones unleash charon’s ferry moans! 

After friction smell my flower dandelion.

Red velvet lines quizzing your mind over bleeding thighs.

Im a target Diana! Miss orgasmic florid phantasma.

Hooves trammel love and war, paws cause clever cleavers 

To dig up treasures forever more.

But his hands, inked with twinkling blink eyes,

Black bark and algae spark. Pubic moss peachy purity fuzz,

Veil over our watering white things in glow fog.

I give life from rain, fallen from the birthbath crumbling alone.

Vulnerable secret of my moon bath, schizophrenia. 

How we were in the womb, my grieving tome.