my mind was like a sweet dispenser

with multi-colored meromorphic sweets

but you came – like a bonecaster

read each one – unlike any other bonecaster

who has cast my theriomorphic sweets

but like she – saraswati – who loads the sweet dispenser

but like janus – looking backwards and forwards

pushing my metamorphic sweets backwards

but like athena whispering sweet somethings

when my sweets sour some things

you – unlike any sweets before – became my psyche

shape-shifting my psyche

swapping the butterfly wings in me for yours

my restless wings for yours

calming my soul.body.mind

no more restless multi-ple sweets in mind

just one sweet – well-sorted multi-minded sweet.

fkregieblog 2016.