Unquenchable

I am “Oz” of a constant
whispering mind.

A blueish butterfly of intellect.

Through nectar I morph
more of me
in all the shades of
pale skin markings.

In countless
beings I flourish,
while the mind
of God hides behind
my eyes
and seeks to dissolve
the ego of my embrace.

Narcissistically speaking,
I am....
dancing away absence
below eyes of a metaphoric master
playing bohemian rhapsodies upside down.
I spin centerpieces of your heart songs
in windows of smoking glass signals from polestar.

I am destined to revolve in black mirrors
seeking your candle lit kisses
stolen from a butterfly who flew
too close to desires of a dragon.

I am the light of my own burnt offering..
saturated by waveless water
hanging on the borders of
boundless seasons of time.