Parfumery

Wake up my dear
It’s me again
Did you miss me?
In your bed of blossom
silvered with dew
Asphyxiating
But it’s a gas and
flavored in all its purple quenching steam
My queen
The Parfumery
Tell me about, those diamond doors
Crystal twisted, in veils ofjasmine mist
Don’t you find it, tranquilizing
Isn’t it melting into the icicle vials,
In the fume of a demon seed
The Parfumery
Vats are seething
Lush waxy juice
of lilac brew, riding on violet
just a whiff
My dear don’t resist
It’s draining your fountain lifeless
You see my flower
This garden extracts
The wilt and wither, and that’s come hither
And all your beauty that isn’t breaking
will be cut like a sliver
Breath in the breath of flowers
For the love of glass
And the garden faces
and their carnage masks
And now the time is unfolding
Don’t fight it flower
You’re reeking of afterlife
In this final hour