Her gumball machine, Aphrodite-coloured candy prince you-
Digdeep in, extend your limbs, disseminating
Miniscule granules of you in multicolour; them
Latch upon crevasses encircling that atrium of heart
You start, causing the fissure in a glacier of organ
Slowly shrinking, creasing and shriveling
Like old tissue paper, 2ply

Balledup, crumpled, woe-matted hair stained with red she-
Arched high, lay barren and raw, waiting
And saw it dripsplash, trinkle kaleidoscopically
Under silver sunlight scintillating pale whitewashed skin,
Her tears; (while Sun magnifies and burns emptiness of you)
Squeezing, choking; gumball machine breaks
Like tissue paper holes, 2ply

Her gumball machine, quintessentially parasitic-viral you-
Wraparound veins, asphyxiating every heartbeat, infecting
Titillatingly touches raspberry-coloured lips, taunting
Her under the stark white strobe-lamp; damp
Liquid kisses, your fingers nudge the small of her back
She; run-walks deeper inside you
Like tissue paper butterflies, 2ply

Messedup, desecrated; not pretty-perfect broken porcelain doll she-
Watched rust coloured you-shaped lies
Fall from the sky, picturesque; stripped ruby
Shredding, rupturing heart-organ hurting, staining
The skin, hairfollicles moth-dress fabric, (Let it Bleed) she's-
Laughing, mouthing; secret scarlet recipes
Like red-stained tissue paper, 2ply