…And sometimes we fall

[Frosty da snowman]

some where along this day I’ve taken a back door to reality
stepped down a spiral staircase to cubed rooms
mirrored pools of pyramids line the floor
a small child plays with a sky colored sphere
he smiles says catch, the clouds swirl while in flight
locked lost and awed contact and bliss breaks
the grin of a Cheshire cat
like piano keys
the smell of wet iron and rain
bricks red and browning
a new staircase
fire escape
alleyway
vixen, temptress, nightingale at the keys
a wayward tune among the boxes
debris
leftovers
votes rise up
visible like breath waiting for
The intake
The brief smile
The coy look
The quick quiet laugh
and the seduction begins
wrapped in a alphabet scale
dipped in the golden honey of a sweet voice
the darkness shatters
light reigns
shafts
piercing
searching
devastating
reveling a deeper pit
duvet stripped and spinning
screaming
weeping
the angry warmth of a bitter pool
the moods changed
my angels face warped
now towering in black leather
The chains
The black lipstick
The pierced tongue
and twin whips held behind her like wings
craving purity scarred with passion and driven mad
from fetish whispers