Green Light Burst Behind His Eyes(unfinished)

collapse the hate.
leave the holding breathless
as i consume this aching couch, the rugged bastard.
a lap full of blooming flowers,
a carpet painted under my feet.
i'll eat you sour, like a jinx.
remembered as a canker sore
(alex brown's verse)
the sores blossom across the floor of the room
like a blanket of white roses.
we light our torch after shrinking to their size,
and enter the wedding colored forest
with all reluctance about to erupt from our stomaches
out of our dharma.