so supple

yet so omnipotent

doesn’t it scare you

mouth wide open

perked and ready

nostrils juicing

with hazy changes

as I live through

the sparkling seasons

of wintry livids

through crude crimsons

to pleasant purples

baking on the tip

where I am dying

in the oyster darkness

whose stem is the source

of a river that flows

in blood and wine

that speaks to me

in a Spanish melody

that murders the silence

of our eyes

in your eyes

and into the smaller cavern

my breath swims moist

as I am taken

as you are tasted

from between the mountain cheeks

to the aching crests

pours the snows

on top your face

whose storms bring symphonies

with a sweetness

that hurts not your hills

or valleys mapped out for it

as the scepter

you’re the queen of

rules and swallows

the milky seas

and whistles back

its delightful sinning

from the silken muzzle

containing so tight

the hanging willow

killed by your engorging