A boy was implanted on Valentine
Sown by royalty, blue blood dribbling from his facial depressions
Flower and fungus bloomed from his pores by the reminiscences of original persons
Time wavered in place with the cunning knowledge of itself as a whole
And all was in motion
Nails of maternal confinement etch wails into his skin
Deep, embedded between cushions of chastity
A voice that had once combed his inky locks back into his flesh now rip them out
Root by root by root by root and the same amid
The nature in his flesh was dug out, a mess of red and yellow and green
Infamy trails in response and soon does shame follow
Arduous scrapes down a neck, a neck decorated with few freckles and fewer moles
Freckles and moles that are shielded by thick coats of paint that “just happens” to be lighter than his sun kissed skin
Blood mixing with his tears, transforming trails of the sea into maroon clarets
And Time is inanimate for him so suddenly
A liquid boy implanted on Valentine, a year concluding