Nectar of New Bloom

He sliced her chest to free her soul To witness the red marrow within she refused him Loving the tension he overshadowed through her pure windows He buries his anxiety into the depths of her hollow sorrow She no longer envied the dying who explored life in a flash Right at the end...impatience now ran in the veins for her flesh Coveted, craving the stroking of his lit candle He branded a tattoo with all the spectrum he could needle The seasoned man the naked boy had morphed Into a beast ravenous to her dead pose She forgave what he ate and buried... What he overcooked and unleashed... This mole that had dug her grave became blinded By the bliss her heavens shone from the high cloud The sigh carrying the mountain of troubles adrift like a crosswind And rained down joyful fountains of teardrops like gumdrops Her eyes that marvelled like polished marbles Became constellations in the night air... Her release carried on the wing of bird formations The fabric of her innocence on a permanent migration