On Love and Trust

Lush Tongue, though warm wintry whims
mold legs and hands and limb,
into a knotty oak,
distant comfort keeps Bright Eyes
from losing tender glow.

Tart lips, however,
creamy coated clams, whisper volumes of
dogmatic golden velvet verse.

Susurrations, full of phosphor,
on the seething, blinding,
raw
igniting light of moonstruck love,
and imprudent trust.

Meringue blanket,
framing art and soul - scarring self
to cut attachment to
a larger whole.

Niche fed, loving
fine alt-country chic, sartorial extravagance and
nice, transcendent,
he.