clockwork purple

i.    
   
free bacon, egg, and cheese,    
cute, smol watch like clay,    
a gentle storm, fog-muddled,    
irises like ferns, photosynthesis,    
straight cheesin' for a cheese    
enthusiast, circadian rhythm    
reformed, recurring pattern, dusks    
and dawns, you polish every moon    
and sun, like gravity, magnetic fields,  
 
sweet surrender,    
   
you make the light  
peek over    
and wash my heart with warmth~    
   
   
ii.    
   
decorated on the outside,    
but empty at the core,    
   
feeling so extinct,    
buried deep    
like dinosaur bones,    
   
and you say you    
see a mirror to    
your soul in me,    
   
so it's an excavation,    
   
digging through the dirt,    
archaic quartz,    
till the stars collapse    
and blow apart  
   
*    
   
her black hole-pull,    
   
my sideways eight,    
   
a queen of spades
   
and her latent bloom~    
   
   
iii.    
   
dreamgirl, you're fog    
on the glass,    
in the car, on the road    
in my chest,    
   
the soft, quiet sputter  
of moth wings    
dancing around porch lights,    
a glowing silhouette    
resting at my fingertips,  
 
a myth made real,    
 
a wolf howling every night,  
yearning  
for your song    
and saving grace~    
   
   
iv.    
   
and now i brush    
cobwebs out    
of the sky, and fill    
the hollow mountains,    
devour tainted    
seas, massage worn bones    
and write a song for a classic queen,    
   
because idle hands    
are the devil's playthings~    
   
   
v.    
   
yes, you're right, it's    
loathesome! -- the thought    
of god ripping the sky open    
and snatching you away~