In The Wake of Fornever

 

Make me a heaven

Be the parchment moon in the daze of my days

Dust me in the milky dusk
of your lust

Let the tinfoil gleam

In the fabricated eye of night

Beam luminously

On us

Color me pretty

Build me a snow globe city

Crystal clear with diamond dog collars

That glitter softly when worn

Within the falling confetti

Of starglazed skies

Let the rivers rigorously

Effervesce and ferment

In overflowing streams

From our champagne dreams

Let's eat the dry winter bread of your distress

Til we become the champions
In the consummation
of
its black-winged breakfast

Free floating...

Like red-veined leaves
upon the kiss of Autumn's breeze
tinctured 

With the deciduous knowledge

Of a well-seasoned tree

That you boyishly carve

Our initials into

Revealing the covenant

Housed in its ancient bark peelings

Settle me softly

As we alight in the crevasse

Of Victory's statuary smooth

Upturned tongue...

 Her Palantine, our sanctuary

Swallowing sorrows
in billowy clouds

Expelling ecstasy

with arched Triumph

in the wake of Fornever...
in our kingdom...

Come.