January

Smashed violets
sleep on my window pane
Love is the the echo
that washed away into you.
Shoot me up with novacaine.
Watch purple skies in ebony hue.
Labyrinthical
overmastering
eagerness to mandate me
You're the one
that turns the snow into lust
Take the tears of burden known
That linger in the hands of those
But mine.
Pull me into your libidnous womb.
( I want you in me)
Lust not after Januaric Essence
In heart.....