Before the Fall

Headless janis with hands full of beads
shattering to pieces
so long ago
leaving just gracious bones;
left like bloodpack
thrown away
steaming water through my veins
absinthe flakes on our minds
resonating in crimson smoke;
smells like chocolate looks like milk;
taste like salt
sweeter than eldest
daisies from sky
cottonballs of dying
twirling
dancing
twinkling
diamonds in your eyes.