follow up to poetry meat

[crimson_child]

correction: fleeting thoughts of potential One, the

inwardly bleeding wounds of pleasurebliss sweet as candy turned sour
only to reveal its sweetness time and time again
a constant cycle, turning, turning

churning butter into ink stains on pillows from diary entries written
writings speaking of the heart's complexity as it beats
pumping blood like paint water through channels of hot flesh

veins spiral through inner body landscapes
eyes look out onto green surrounding foliage hanging

stars smile down at children tasting each other like visions
tasting dreams, tasting desires, tasting cravings

what to do but hold you within this world of black plastic?
what to do but let you in when you knock let you in when you breathe
what to do but smile at your image through the glass
what to do but leave us in the past buried in fields of snow and fog

moving toward future dreams wrapped in pleasurelace, sparkle crimson as the incoming tide

what to do but let myself be held, in this plastic world we breathe

/black smoke rises as the fire is stirred.