my american goddess slipped between my fingers and oozed into floorboards where she slept until magnolias and tulips and orchids grew in her cells.

she became my guardian and i cried acid and tar because she festered magnificently in my bones but i could no longer touch her satin flesh or kiss her velvet lips that always tainted peachy blood when i smiled.

she was glorious and my greek god that i worshiped and i would rather be her footstool than be of the earth.