Earth Bound.

the water is grounded,

like earth in my mouth.

i am pulling weeds 

to sew flowers,

red daffodils,

in the sand, 

that speak with 

their stomachs out.

Could you sell hydrogen

for roses?

I'd eat them still,

quiet on the ledge

of a century,

her little tongue

does move.

All the pretty

pink silverberry's

that hang,

from the womb 

on a spine,

a mothers last dream,

on the wings of a worm.

All the sea guarded soil,

set hands on wet sand,

let rip,

the poison teeth

and all of sin.

Drink poison from the well,

your white porcelain frame

will stain black golden gardens, gray.

In her dream

she becomes,

a silhouette,

a washed

along the tender,

breathing shore.

Await for me,

the angels refrain,

golden letters hung,

of pure blessed fruit.

In heaven,

can we eat

all the sweet nectar

off the silken perennial skin ?

Like bees,

our mouths will mourn,

all the hollow trees,

and fair maidens, 

in glistened dresses.

When I speak,

Immortal truth shall come,

and damnation,

like the silver moon,

will become,

an ocean for the sun.