Coveter's Christmas

I woke.
  
Swallowed the psyche. I woke again  
in the body of a holly drupe  
and twined to reef.  
   
I fell  
out of leavened dough sugar fists  
to the black pit of earther  
that branched in the conifer-swirled shoots from grand maternity of the siblings I have in you.  
   
Drape nylon tunic mesh  
slipped through to the flickered contour  
by the high beam ruffling off the ivory bowl palm.  
   
There a vermilion scattered wings of speckling red mercury.  
   
Nylon vortexed into black fervor  
rose lone from fans of venders in the late Eve,  
through which motors sped  
until buffeted by grainy home-way.  
   
I slept,  
alive phased through incandescents  
unto a puff of all wanters' arms.