Anthocyanin

poem originally created 10/31/24 at 20:35:42

Akin to leaf muscle dry, thin Wither, those connections for they 

Have outgrown you. 

Moved to bigger, smaller, better. 

To their partners, their comrades, their hooks. And you are hooked 

To her, for she is still there. 

When they all fall, she remains 

Waiting, for you to regret, regress Return. 

And oh, it is so cold, but she will Keep my head warm. 

She keeps me on my feet she loans her fur coat. 

She leaves me colder than cold so I 

shall never be struck by ice. 

She lifts me up as I shed dead

weight. Keeps my mind high. 

Frigid phalanges scramble thalamus

And keeps me weak. So I don't have 

The strength to get weakened. 

And oh, I can't help but love her

So, she fills me with warm joy, 

Warmth, so much warmth. 

At the end, sudden heat. 

I'm so hot, I'll remove my clothes. 

And curl into her.