In the new year, my love life will blossom. I taste this craziness like lips suckling peaches,grapes stuck to the vine and release those unlettered words our dear, precious butterflies flying away from despair transcending above vertical fields and its soiled webs. Does my euphoria ever frighten you darling? The heart can be forsaken to be happy no longer the probationer in fear of being lost somewhere far, far away. And if you ever stop longing for me should I despise the collapse of layered skies? No, it is your freedom I tattoo on my thoughts your proximity that sweats my thigh. I'd bid you farewell, my love and continue on in my dying. Darling look, the moon licked the caramel off the owl but his eyes are still full of butterscotch. Where are his prey? Asleep my love, asleep. Dance with me under this midnight strobe how could this joy betray our senses even winds are exhibitionists groping the attention of those in conscious living. In the new year, my love life will blossom again all these seasons made pure by our sanity and delusions. Love me always darling smile at my snowflake confetti or I may lose heart at their melt. Take me gently into your kingdom where I am protected in your heart and by your arms from the lynching crowds accusing me of being a witch with magic potions conjuring spells to hold you as my prisoner for love and devotion. No my love, I am nothing I am slowly disappearing into the mouth of life be it a whale or the dawn I will go into the acidic deep without hiding my disfigurement. But if you need to hold untarnished beauty if that is what makes your heart leap once more then go in peace my love. My world is both real and make believe. I'm still holding crystal sculptures that glow in the dark. © Tammy Mezera 2016 (Book-All In Unison) .