Silicone Heart

Me,

Craving the flesh

Of sunset lavender

Tasting 

Bruises from 

Drunken collisions

Willow wheat hair 

Falling daintily  

Over my thighs

Moans 

Out the window

Mimicking sunshine 

Through broken glass

My knees wobbly

At the mere thought 

Alas, 

Pine sweeps in 

Erasing,

Previously 

Proclaimed lavender

Supersede 

Flowers 

With wood

Skin splintering 

Pouring rain

Cots a dew 

Mess before 

Oh,

This ache!

This yearn

I want nothing more,

Than you

Just you

But who are you?

Pine or lavender fumes?

Weeping willows

Coming showers

Forward to 

My white day

I can only have

One of two

Who will I fall

For who shall it be?

I pray

I hope

I may

It just

Not be a being

Who’s heart

Is  a silicone heart