deluge

organic bliss

you were handpicked from the earth at its prime fertilization
you are pure, organic
soil sits atop your scalp, permeating the fibers of your ebony curls
(traces of your keratin were found afire on the sun's surface)
the soil resides under my fingernails after my fingertips have grazed your brain, cultivating the entirety of your temporal lobe
it also forms mud on my tongue and on each of my gnashing teeth
my corroding taste buds relish the nutrients
perhaps a garden shall sprout in my mouth
grown on my saliva and dampened by yours
producing bruised, mottled peaches that you devour whole, pit and all
it has thickened the content of my veins
blood would only dilute the treacle that circulates my flesh
my heart pulsates to the cadence of your voice
(your vocal chords are of my possession and therefore i may braid and entangle them)
my death arrives as does the marmalade cascading from a cumulonimbus
clouds are secular
it is you that harbors the holiest elements of the known and unknown universe
and has carved your middle name into my malleable bones
the seraphs that you were a haven to
that once rested and cried upon and created a roof from your ringlets of roots
now drag me towards the center of the planet
directly below the land you are derived from
where i am engulfed by magma
and my vital organs become slates of obsidian
(each chamber of my heart is a different hue of infatuation)

profess your love for me as i haunt you