BUTTERFLY NETS BURSTING WITH SCORPIONS
By xserratedsoulx
{The day my god died, you were born.}
I love you like hunger.
{I breathe you in—star-dew and eternity—hold you in and in and in,
until my lungs burst like a blood blister.}
I love you like the scream of a bullet, I love you like pixie dust dripping
from eyelashes. Like peanut butter pie, like venom, like candle-wax and
rain colliding with a windowpane. I love you in a weeping willow whirlwind,
in a glitter-glam bubblegum romance.
{You are an eyelash storm frenzy of honey-suckle-stained lips, a mountain-range
of teeth and the inverted scream of my fingernails slow-dancing up and
down your spine, making a gasoline-shiver rainbow in your lovely bones.}
I love you like a sleepy hollow lullaby, like a train-wreck voice. I love
you like forget-me-nots in a wasteland, like staccato spoonfuls of star-shine
grasshopper shriek, like---
{There is poetry tattooed in your kisses.}
I love you like spinning spider-web safety on porcelain, like a crystal
wineglass crash, like lollipop lipstick lingerie. I love you like a candy
apple necklace or a jellybean jigsaw, like cherry-plum pie and Cinderella
slippers, like minx coats without the murder.
{You feel like infinity.
You taste like forever.}
I love you like kaleidoscope vision, like the burn of snow, like silver
on a dirt-drenched day. I love you like tearing out the stars with scissors,
watching glitter pour from the holes in the sky.
{We twist like licorice in the sheets.}
I love you like pretty-pain, like being strangled to death by a feather
boa. I love you like rosebud miracles, like the pink pulse of Halloween
lights draped across your ceiling. I love you like falling from a burning
poinsettia into a snow-cone sunset.
{My fingertips drip their rabid intent for your pinecone throat, your kite-string
arteries and violin-string veins unraveling in a waterfall, your flesh
like a trillion fireflies fluttering against mine.}
I love you like pink cotton candy sugar on strawberry milkshake tangled
tongues entwining before the taste dissolves, like chandeliers cascading
down from a cob-web ceiling.
{We stand barefoot in a swan-storm of falling feathers, our serpent lips
screaming red, finding the land of milk and honey, lapping it up like kittens,
tongue-bathing in the blood-heat.}
I love you enough to stop sheep slaughter nightmares,
enough to regain a paradise lost,
enough to burn holes in every petal from every flower in every country,
enough to sun-burst and star-shatter entire galaxies.
I love you enough to melt clocks and flood the desert where dreams go to
die,
love you enough to crush dead leaves and create sunshine.
{We are never-ending.}