cold night

You make a grave and a dwarf punishment
Harold a gold god letter
Blame a stuck feast for lacquer and germ
Boggle a single way to squirm
Glowing light on top of a megastructure
It bleeds on your calf
A gravy sperm brown and acid
Your scab cover in a gold metal ring puss and chalky white castle
Loosely affixed on scaly greasy skin your skin cabin your body lodge
Your body cottage your blood tubes megnetism
Your blood and jaw hammocking haphazard squashed into a potato sack
Bullied out of divinity lust and sculpture sack fleeced
Undone curly cum you clawfoot cub you black lash
Crisp thin leaves white behind my eyes cold fast wind and bare thin stalks
Wisp of reeds without sounding sentimental
It brushes my eyes perimeter