BREAKING

The fluids flow in surges of perfection
as the panes of rusted glass crack
under the weight of wily charms.
And you are vigilant on bended knee
at a tender doorstep,
waiting for a delicate kiss
to grace the open frame.

With eyes diverted
in bombastic benediction
the swirls of your amorous aura
betray your calm cacophony
of crystaline serenades.

Your thoughts flow and billow
like syrupy smoke
up her nostriles
in her ears
through her gaping eyes
and attentive
tactile
salivating mouth.

You are heroin
come to run its rush
and carress her blood
straight through her palpitations
and the heavy chambers of her heart.
You are Midas,
transforming her to gold
with every touch.

And still,
she tosses her mane,
prances to a hault at every crossing,
charges through the field without her master,
rears and whinnies at the softest suggestion
of sincerity.

And still,
you will be vigilant.
You will win her with whispers.
You will win her
with awkward patience.