In front of me, my lover's face
Bearded and distressed, his arid lips dance
Vertical, horizontal, vertical and horizontal
Amorphous,
Vertical, horizontal, vertical, horizontal

Brown rain windchime chandelier above
At its bloody war with Mother Earth's gravity
Undecided which side I should be on
I imagine the chandelier lose its grip
Drop,
Shatter my head into glassy shards,
--into sheeny and lusterous pieces, needling
Ballooned people with my edges, make them pop, imbibed into the air

Behind me
Stands a stout, golden woman
Wrenching her son's fragile hand to blue,
Her eyes are bulged, cracked with fresh stretchmarks
Though her mouth firmly shut, her body howls
Like that of a wolf; vigilant yet terrified
Her jowly jaw shivers like a rooster's cockscomb

My lover continues with his mouth dancing
Every movement of his lips, I'm hypnotized
Frequent sighs he spews out, I swallow them all.
His sighs taste of pink clouds, I'm boosted up high.
I feel myself floating on the Mediterranean sea
With half-eaten cygnets and burnt witches
From the shore, I see my stout, golden woman trying to accost
With her axe to hew,
But no luck, she keeps drowning
Like a deformed bird without legs,
The poor fowl desperately flips her wings

My lover stops his mouth dancing,
His face disfigured, his amber eyes loiter
Like a mad dog in the torrid summer,
His mouth farts out some more heavy clouds

Can't stand his solemness
I turn around,

In front of me,
Stands a stout, golden woman

-The ravenous tiger, the vampire
She throws her massive carcass over my body
Like a twisted stemmed wine glass, I'm ruptured into shards

My stout, golden woman - the angry dracula
With such indifference, springs back up
Wiggles her sagging body to dispose of my poor body pieces
Engraved in her dampy, golden skin

Satisfied hog, she grins,
Looks about,
Snatches my lover's
-- her husband's grumpy hand
and walks away

Her little son, chasing after his mama
Turns his tiny head around
And casts my way a spittle or two.