the relation to your eyelid
and glitter
is fluttering, butterfly -
pretty lips is his dream,
monroe
in the
pipeline
of his night
the planet dispenses with your knowledge -
no! kiss and keep your composure,
await his
hopes of a polygamist
in a monogamist’s body
lust or pride,
your mask of lucifer perplexes
he then assumes
at the very least, an unmade bed will suffice
