Viola Viscera Mr

We set foot on dry grass at the cockcrow of a nascent union. Cheek to cheek as Cupid towers over the rose inside my heart, shooting arrows at a dyad draped in fire, gliding through the tundras of charred weeds, fin-like petals quake beneath our feet. The sun unloads its savage heat in torrents, thermal downpours drench the wedded seam, blisters left on Sinai soul mate psyches, rain shadow or bajada by the bye! Aphrodite’s children from the pampas, teether on phlogiston’s manic figment, cauterized, rock-ribbed, raw emotion rivulets ablaze. Firebrands of first flush in all but name. Plumes of tropic passion wrap, us madagascan parrots, trill and troll sidekicks one and all, showing off our feathers high above the arid air. sweat soaked garments reek of clammy cuddles, shredded, torn, strung loosely round the limbs of new born flames. Cindered patch exposed on lover’s skein without a balm. Soaptree yucas proudly fence the rapids giddy gurgle. Frothy sidemen serenade the cherry blossom sweethearts, lilting love notes found in every strain. Knotted woodlands understory, nuptial suite propped up by swollen nodes. Eternal palms outstretched, love puppets on a compass point astride the boundless needle. Viola viscera, songbird incarnate, bow to my enchanted fiddle. Together forever, alone at last