Cranberry

Hidden behind eyes
Where waves begin to rise
Swimming Imagination bares Sapiorottic stimulation
Tingling moist skin
Quivering in rivers the dance is set to begin
As warm lips kiss with the bliss
Of icy shivers your raw strawberry
Dipped in sweet ice cream More divinely
Than a cherry Can fulfill my every dream
My passion burns for you alone to be alone
Gliding across your slopes
Sensing the motion of your body pressed against mine
My skin Crossing the precipice between love and carnal sin
Let me spill your goblet full That you may savor the flavor of me
For tonight I am your raging bull, and I will slowly charge straight into thee
But tonight I will not drink alone
For your sweet nectar will release your moan
Open your throat so we may howl at the silver moon
To quench the fiery thirst in verse as two poets swoon
The evening sky glowed like a rose
As your strawberry moon began to rise  
But by dawn the Cresent falls much faster
For every night there must be a morning after
Whatta mind fuck you've given me
Head for my head
a vibrainiac of ecstacy
Embracing each word you never said
Giving thanks for a lie is kind of like sugar free cold pie
served with canned cranberry
The thick red sauce disguised as sweet strawberry
Like fool's gold was just made of fresh picked cranberry
But with little time to prepare you dressed him in a hurry
Before Thanksgiving Day you fattened up the turkey
To be sure that when you severed off his rolling head
He could not run or fly away before you carved him up undead
I should have seen it coming when I heard the little boy adrumming
Thinking something wonderful was about to start the harps astrumming
But the drumsticks were my own legs being cut out from under
And the song I thought I heard was just the echo of distant thunder
The momentary hope I held was just God messing with my head
I am nothing now and I'm going back to pretend I'm really dead
Back under the goddam rock I was never meant to crawl out from under
Let no one disturb me ever again, I'm falling in to my eternal slumber
I don't want to ever feel anything that might inspire a poem
So this will be my epitaph and I'll go back to being loved by no one