... or Flowetry in Under 20 Words
[Go ahead and count them, but remember that hyphenated words count as just one.]
Tonight, Northern Lights awake, planets crash, and tingling happens.
But stars will reward desire, for seeing beyond heaven changes life.
Occasionally I've found that love sparked electrical connections,
and humming energy currents melted our hissing metal cores together.
Your cinnamon eyes and heavy-whiskered demons are damned delicious evils.
Again, I am sunburned by your love.
Without playground jesters to echo life's simplicity,
the insecure only lose laughs, and freedom's heart cries.
Snaking water slides through city, lights shifted, my eye blurred,
and found in shadow the Winged face of Love.
Death is a thief who has stolen your Face,
but never your Spirit from me.
While sipping warm neighborly symbols, well-fed artists scowl leisurely
at the resplendent Christmas brightness of adorned houses.
In your delerious dreams, gold lilacs bloom, gulls surf around the airy sea,
and faithless lovers seek written words.
I still long to awake, touch soft true rain,
and see that firey China Moon from elsewhere.
Wandering naked, I dripped watery flowers,
but you found that my hills, mounds and valleys required some smothering.
Your hot grumbling violence ends my desire, melting my plum-coloured lipstick grin.
You are only sputtering love junk.