Rose-wrapped ivory tower your gold-sawed finger regimentally straight
Bushel of pallid shorn staves triangled inside smokerise-shape-sleeve
Nails pearlescent, docking round of sunrise paler
Scent recollection’s ease; Hers resurrected Nazarene
Sweet heaven-sent honey on hair, harlot high priestess
Castilian rose scent surrounds myroblyte’s enclosure
Stealing glances, steeling lances the cirrus banks of heaven hot with horse-breath
Tranquillitas ante tempestatem, yon nascent light auto-enamoured
Surrendering oaths, pressed to face infineight gunbarrel of Beauty’s flintlock
Hand I hold like Adam’s hand but Eve, longer than Eve and starting like Adam
Fruitbiter arbiter of self esteem let ripen fruit and judgement clean
Hand I grasp a flask of art poise-imbued, poised and a poisoner and a perfecter
Branch picker, pick cleaner, a lost-digited spider fashioned from pipe cleaners.
Alchemisland 
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