Negative Green (a collaboration with GlassEmerald)

Sir, her flavor is not even honey  
 Uniquely eternally intriguingly fresh  
  That other people can't get enough  
   It's not sealed, it's yet to be revealed...  
   A golden latch across a twin figure  
    She rides the forever sky... never to die  
      A burning phoenix in the night...  
       She is the thrill of 1000 nights you could never cross  
.      Each minute a testacy of representative clasps to doorways  
        She is not Alice but a rose withered drowning in her own flesh  
         Millimeters of rhetorical floorboards...  
 Yet we don't notice what togetherness means anymore  
. A stirring light of causality shining through the effect of her heart  
   Topside remnant of lovers past and passion to come  
    Inside twisting intent to rise from the water to the cloud of feminine sight...  
She conquers herself and the man comes forth...