LOVE SPELL #12 OBSESSION

By Paul Van Sickle

The ivy’s creeping into my veins again

A thread you know better than to pull

Glass splinters from stroking the wine stems

You built this bridge over haunted water

Keystone already a picked lock

Searching the bracken you could find

A rib, a hard cocoon, a lantern at night

I’ve seen the wax cylinders you scrawl

Love letters to play back to the wallpaper

Cremation ash to mix into tattoo ink

Caterpillars melt entirely, oozing keepsake

metamorphosis afflux, weaving death to life

Sharpen the rib in this mutable gush

Suture and sterilize, the melding wings

the flakes of some old carapace

Pin me to the starlight, the glitter and dew

the gloom stretching in unannounced

If you ask the earth to drown me in dirt

bury me in a princess dress, god knows

you’ll never let anyone else be queen

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