sweeten me with molasses.

show me your dragon. tell me

your dreams, drummer boy.

because I want to know

how your ears burn to hear

the sound of snow

before it falls.

play me like a drum

drummer boy. climb me

like a blossoming tree

and I’ll crown you

king of my quivering

cup runneth over with

spirit made flesh and

the body electric.

for a cold spring spell

the energy flowed freely

between us. we played  

neverland make-believe

tarot-card games

as if I were still a girl

and you were already a man.

then the song ended.

you stopped pretending

and the light went out

of your voice.

did your sister snap

her fingers? was it my daddy’s

bad ghost? or that drug-

addled zombie, hammering

walls at four in the morning

trailing his long, gray hair?

he cobbled a ladder, climbed

in your window and knocked

the door from its hinges. the glass

shattered, and your heart raced

ahead of you, away from me.

there was nothing to do

but make you a potion

to transpose energy

back to your favor, 

bless you with the ocean

of my dark affection,

and watch you go like water

in a stream of troubled

consciousness.

I cried but I do not regret it.

with one taste of that sweet-

bitter peach, my eyes blossomed

esoteric and wide with

the hidden, forbidden

knowledge of joy

like the glitter in your beard

the last time you kissed me

and whispered, maybe someday

you’ll take me to see your gypsy.

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