Arching prisms, transforming delicate light,
where her glittering eyes I thought placed..
Muse de mechanic, her exquisite soft form dancing,
petals placed in footsteps walking slumber..
Onyx hair, shimmering electric pools, eels kiss,
and lips build bridges on our masterpiece theatre..
I would lie down in thorns to please her sweet
conscience.. as Eternity swallows clocks and Father
time knowingly passes desert for another dimension..
My tired mind resigns its flesh cohort and bids
adeui...
whoa that is so incredibly beautiful!