Twinkle twinkle,
searing star,
grant me my Wish.
when the hairline
trigger hoarded
beneath those crimson petals
touches the chamber
I want to be there ;
when the roses spoil
in that creamy velvet garden
I want to smell the rot ;
when the spaces between synapses
narrows like vessels in anaphylactic shock:
Better I'm present than not.
Twinkle, twinkle,
gentle thing,
Grant me this one Wish:
when your sweet dissembling eyes
open wide
behold the ravaged bed of your garden,
When the conflagration seething deep within you
Think Vesuvius
bursts its brittle doors and spews;
When your passion finds its sleeping potion spent and wakes in full bloom,
I want to be there.
















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