Aching, wanting, needing you, my dear sweet Goldie

grace me with your golden blue wings,

Yank me out of the hard ground,

Stick me in your pampered, small pot,

Cover me up—I’m dead already, these root’s have already been encroached upon

By a deadly snake, sizzling out my inner green fire,

But you Goldie, oh sweet and saucy

and fiery Goldie,

I long to feel your aching fire breath descend upon

Me

Swift justice,

My pink, wormy body slithering up and down your butterfly curves,

Dancing a tuneless romp.

I dare you to tell me

You haven’t engulfed in these trickling words and all of my persistence like a tug of war fight with no end,

From the deep, down, squirming grave

I tap out a few secret tips,

Morse code and invisible ink,

Morse code and I eat up your image

Like the most intoxicating venom—-my heart’s fervent well,

We sink,

And I sink into that ill-suited pot

Covering your body with mine,

Kissing your painted lashes as I worship your

Firework-Thunder aching,

Releasing it into the sky

I think you give me chills when I try to talk about you,

Goldie, Goldie, Goldie,

The most beautiful Angel

I can not get to pull into my roots,

Do you find my words like my body,

Wormy and long and pink?

What has that Halo-Eyes done to you, baby?

What can I do to make you mine?

I am stricken to helpless mutilation

By my body being ripped out, no more roots, only artificial

Homes and blank spaces to create

Plastic air

And overexposed sunlight

That sounds like aluminum crispy,

You hear it crinkling in your mouth

Keeping you silent forever.

Goldie, my darling, my heart,

You can have my green eyes,

Pink scars,

Everything.

Will you send my scars to hell,

Or heal them up with your angel kiss?