Just because you love to  fight

You said i'm the naked venom running goldly                      
in endless red wine                      
                       
deaf clouds to half less moon                      
an immobile fetus silently                        
                       
cupped in mother's womb                      
the violence in clotted              
silence of prism            
             
her mood swings like                      
a far shore inked away from shells                      
                       
unbuttoning pearls setting them free                      
orchid boxing gift to the                    
homesick world      
               
battling my poverty of introvert nature  
like                
a snail carrying its bony home back                  
moist and fisted.                  
                     
No song shall ever enlighten me about love                      
         
what was it that she caged in her eyes    
...mystery epic or mascara    
       
making slave to piped                        
           smokey letters                      
winning the sin of the goblin market                      
where i                      
                     
     play Laura                      
like tasting tart on toasted november's                        
bread