Andromeda's Pheromone

Caught 

in the net of gold stars.

Wrestled with the beast of space.

Danced in the grace of giants that race,

human, mutant or alien, we decorate with

the silent era of Gods. 

Small in nectar of honey, and lavender fruits.

The aromatherapy, succulent.

Fluctuating pleasures.

That feeling is Andromeda.

The cup is over flows as the gilded stream

beyond the Midas scorch. 

The aphrodisiac.

Within the crystal

goblet.

The seeking

mist of 

tongue 

and 

cheek.