Seething Underneath a Ruby Moon

Seething, reverse bleeding,  
seethed some more,  
 
this malignant precipice  
has become an obstacle  
too ostentatious to ignore.  
 
I'm an algorithm  
of complexity,  
 
a tumor of love,  
 
a sapphire pirate  
of dainty little hearts,  
 
I breathe in you  
to steal your essence,  
 
to fall back to earth  
a cherub of suppressant;  
 
distantly eccentric,  
 
for what it's worth.  
 
Quiver now,  
 
shape shift with me  
into heartache void,  
 
deplete our golden copulation's  
seething underneath a ruby moon,  
 
I am Dionysus,  
 
confined unto this realm,  
 
a spirit venerated from  
a vessel so ancient.  
 
She waltzes in measure  
to fireflies glow,  
 
my opalescent maiden    
of lucrative infestation.  
 
A tantric mist surrounds    
her voluptuous form,  
 
she's a caring nurturing specter  
coveting a atrium to hold,  
 
am I this pillar of sacrifice  
to Macedonian acolytes,  
 
or is this a dream of transparency  
bleeding into my third eye;  
 
clairvoyantly obscene.  
 
Will she wilt in my hands  
a desert flower of regress,  
 
or can I provide a shelter of  
wonder a place she has to rest.

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