Ode To Molly

She comes to me in such vibrant colors By her radiant display I am undone. Burning alive, flying so near the sun. So cold her embrace my skeleton shudders. Hoping she takes me to ethereal heights Frightened though I am, I cannot resist I feel each finger of her tight’ning grip Breathless and pale for her soothing delights Nights turn to days, and each one is a daze, A cloud I have become unable to escape. Walking, stumbling on through the haze Only to fall into her pestilent embrace. These colors of her wash over me, endless, An ocean of light and sound so relentless.