whisperingquill

Degermanation/ Melted

Degermination

My life is not
like a tree
for a tree
grows straight
up and true,

I can\'t even
push through
the earth
for I am always
stood upon
by you.

Melted

She drifts along the rim
of my internal corona
freezing twinkling spheres
that fulgurate my initial
warmth,

her rawness blazes
like Ra\'s essence
I\'m eclipsed by her glory.

Edacious is she
placating nectarous
onslaught of legerdemain
beckoning my kowtow,

with swift adherence
my stoicism dissipates
into abandonment.

I\'m comatose from
hypnosis of this Grecian rose
harboring archaic dances
kaleidoscopic trances,

tantric titivating telepathy
immaculately dispersed,
galvanized deceptive harmony,

melting my cryogenic
repository of sleeping passion.