Phantasmagorycal

She bends her neck
Exposing herself without shame
Laughing under her skin
Milk shaded touch
Within.

Can you imagine a circle of fire
That freezes your fingers
As truth burns the lips of a liar
When you try wearing it?
Can you imagine ice
Tickling your heart by heating
Close to a  heartattack?
And clock stopping its beating
A second of hour...
Tic-tock-halt.

A swan, an eagle and a snake
Melt into a common body
Covered in smoke and in ashes
Steamingly hot, yet unvanished...
Anyone?Anybody?no one
Phatasmagorycal creature
With claws prepared to caress
The tongue wants to taste
Slithers, split
Her scales cover up and they hide
The shape of a siren
Inside the sun.

Confess to the one who lost his mind
His dignity, the pride of human kind
Tell him if you regret
Being humiliated and then  stepped
Upon, with heels so sharp
They left the marks carved in his back
And torn apart, heart slipping out
Out of his mouth, onto the ground
She takes it slow, looking inside
And puts the heart back in the jar
"you're number One Thousand And Not,
Please stand in line..."

Hours, minutes, core and sounds
Butterflies and  confused moths
Candles, circles, stars and smoke
Color reigning?
Blueish Dark with scents of Red
All are found, inside her bed,
You want?
Of course you do, now wait
Your turn, Mr. I Want
You're number One thousand and Not,
Just wait your turn...