Synth-esis

The prince has risen

Through mountains of bodies

That lay at his feet,

Overheated prisons.

 

How much he’s surprised!

He’s found 

A new home.

He’s looking at me and

My brain starts to sizzle.

 

Between us there’s water,

Electrical,

Chiseled.

Arborious starlight

Pours out rain;

Some lightning,

Some drizzle.

Who’s come to save Earth,

Tie it to the sky?

I don’t want goodbyes,

But questions like his.

One thought, a sole missile.

 

I’d slip, my dear prince,

Shall I dare

to reach you.

My heart is but mud,

yours burns up like crystal-

When plugged in,

You smile,

You smoke it,

You whistle.

 

My dreams are now grey,

I’ve seen

A sweet world:

Amoral, fog lay,

You’d cry,

And I’d listen.

 

Metal, pretty head,

Those cold little scraps,

you get them so

Hot.

The wires 

keep bending

And I am in envy.

Am I not the one

That stirs up your pot?

I’d choke on whatever

You’d puff out,

I’d weasel

In shallow, charged water,

Your knowledge 

abyssal,

To hide my head low

Awaiting dismissal.

 

Yet you’d never sting.

My true red, my crimson,

You talk of desire

from soft depths.

No bristles.

 

If no one else mounts,

I’ll talk,

Superficial,

Of endless rhyme-zones

Where maps form initials

Once they interlock.

I’ll make it official.

 

I’m just one trip over,

Come visit,

a mission

To save your own planet,

bring grass,

Artificial,

Bring steam,

for I boil

at thoughts of collision.