blood on a dandelion,
the petals peel and shiver
down into solitary winter -
where even the beautiful freeze to be
time-tapped and sapped
of syrup and libido.
Lips push and shove,
hooking fish in lakes of
undulating emoceans.
Anima and fluff snatch opportunity
from the zenithal zephyr that
rips through this metropolis -
dashing death with bolts of fire
and dropping rain sanguine.
