Snowflake 5:12

Honey plays over single dances
And I could only guess what’s for me
Chills to the given light
On a lonely camera circular

And I am waiting for myself
On an alluded snowflake yellow
Only to see Mary and Gary locking lips
On a rebellious junkie word

Toxic honey dances over the difference
It’s a little too funny
Down to last poem of the night
Withered on the fields afar

And the woman who wept
Thinks dancing is no wondrous fellow
Touching limbs and touching hips
Like unsung divinity forge

I got milk to dance over honey
Defamiliarized and I’m raising eyebrows
Keeping it all earthly safe, alive;
Would it come to you?

Honey plays irony
Over single dances again somehow
And I love you – so it’s the angry hype;
Would it dance over what you do?