Crap

Rose scented candles and blood sunken ships,
Bittersweet lemons and caramel dips.
Yellow burnt crisp buttons and cow stunk leather,
Florence scented rosemary and bird ladened feather.
Peach muscles and segments with gone off perfume,
Antique car engine smoke and sparkle, exhume;
Serenity filled vases with Lilly's and daisies,
Pan burdened bacon and questions with maybes.
Like a baby's bottom, surreal with fresh air,
Cotton fingernails intertwined with endless hair.
Glass bottles engraved with en-richened smell,
Memory stank pages, a child's story to tell;
A flute with no rhythm yet harmonically equip,
Patterned layered dresses bare and easily stripped.
Nightmares with full moons and fire lit skies,
Romance bouquets, fire dragons and old ties.
Fabric whiskers, and naked, unfurled shells,
The essence of wet grass with gold Christmas bells.
Cold water blessed rivers and rotten boneless faces,
A sentence with a thousand words yet no spaces.
A bed of ribbonless spines and copper spoons,
The wishers faithless dream under a woven moon.
Stars smiles shine upon you and clouds clean vapor,
Honey reflections and a mother's wound in labour;
Cherry glistened hip bones and clavicles worn,
A heart like a letter, written unto and torn.