Your bold starts

tricked the monsters in me

as much as you amaze,

accidentally.

Leave me your debts,

our family will bury

a good deal more.

You delivered on every hope,

dark and foreboding,

bitter but smooth,

that’s your beauty.

Plum lipped kisses

protected my insides

from misuse and violation,

what a relief!

Out of this world

and any known galactic classics,

those gallant nights saved me

in my time of need.

You restored my

lost visionary fuses,

there was a sense of safety

in falling for a feared man.

The gifts of you,

and my gifts, too,

crossed the dessert on foot,

fighting for neutral passage

to the dreamscape marketplace.

Bronzed and golden,

spiked traditions,

improved lives

or impoverished adventures?

Searching the synthetic residents

for any magic in their smiles,

free-channelling the synthesis

between what you want

and having your needs met.

Nothing more,

aside from the insider details.

No benefits,

this is as low as it gets.

Global policyholders

can call toll free,

but only first-class citizens

have enough cents

for the pay phone machines.