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

#poetry