Love Poem: Call for Corn Awe

Call for Corn Awe

I wanted to make something drawn from bosom
      You & I gemini'd, 
From the wells extract'd virginity untouch'd 
     by compounds—
Forgot to send it out, forgot to hit send,
Hello, anyway, to perfluorocarbon philharmonica;
Excerpt kernel unspool'd from wicker-dust'd 
     basket of comatose bolts.
Treated to alchemies together by you.—
See: your recipe book dries off in ricin. 
Federova in Rachmaninoff’s Concerto No. 2?
You never listen'd to figure skater or
Tertiary form. The works of others piqued 
     In you nil, didn't merit any initial or 
     repeat listening. Agglutinative 
     stoichiometry perforating cold steel 
     stacks; 
Attenuation, salve for keratinized eczema 
In rash bloom ignorance, requires engine 
Ego. Franny: flâneur are you ever not, 
     Rorschach metallurgy whorls, snowfall:
You draw the flesh with bloodless busted hands &     
Tetanus blade; harmony's impossible.
Your compass knows only passerby when misery 
May be by you increased. Tartar soul
Nucleotidality, unadorned rose, inkline crack 
Collarbone transitive property: Hemlock 
Dreams C++. We shared failure to manage 
Being into a life ordering its living dead, 
     pit 
Mine. Still, your bauxite soul below 
      Mine's bottom-most floor
Evades any operation of recovery or 
Refinement. Croon of your mystic everyday, 
Tributary whose water levels are skeletons
Of those who briefly met the castor bean oil
Bath you've drawn (supply & demand).
I want the all-night evenings we shared to 
      Have been a preview
After which we aborted. The mama of 
     you—That Kingdom a fantasy I'll never 
       Know & chimes windless night of
You & vast infinities—scion of necro-
     perception.  
But overfilled by dead enron relation of you.  
Let Pacific bury you in blue, magnify 
A thousand shades move barefoot, smolder.
Vermillion skyline churn, no bill it teases 
Hourglass funnel web whose trophy case's
A trove of bodies, electrifying you. Here's 
     the megaphone 
For a stadium of victims for whom you're 
     sorry-not-sorry,
Drowning out your pain with sentimentia & 
The burial of any remaining joy left before
The victims succumbed from simple proximity 
What, with that appetite for any calories 
—husbands good calories once drain'd—
Even those who somehow made it this far 
Together there in sacramental oak roses 
Carved into confession chamber, situated 
Adherence, permanent web & nest, hourglass
Red haze clouding widow's window night watch.