Wonderland

Are my screams in the night - rolling bodies convulsing in climactic joys and rising heats of previously doused passions with song notes exploding from depths of throats and handprints etched into trembling skin- not enough satisfaction? 

Is my patience- as a cooling lavendar mist in the clearing of a morning forest silent (I think Bambi's mother was shot here)- not enough compassion?

My blood: is it too sweet and tempting- dark, thick syrup with candied words and brown-sugar baked echoes of tones of tongues in the mouths of a fluid seductress- for you to resist? 

Are my bones and muscles not strong enough -brittle and battered, seeking injections of liquified sunsets and sunrises and ghouls to eat away the nagging subtleties, accumulating to growths of unkempt fright- for me to hold my own?

Is my skin not grand enough- with silken ties (and lies) and lathered with moisturizing protective sheets of superficial hides that hide away your scars and tears- to cover yours? 

Are my eyes too shadowed- with the greyness of a wanderer slick with a mixture of Hades' liquid pool of rotting souls- for you to crawl into?

Am I too stained with remnants of the past- broken pieces of glass picture frames and shattered mirrors used to stain patterns onto skin more pure than snow- for you to hold to me your bosom while we are cradled in the fire's dancing flames? 

Is it because I can't do tricks and flips on dimes and worship green slips of paper decorated with men and strange symbols to rub away the fibers of the tarnished souls that have kaleidoscope sight? 

Is it my my mind- riddled with delusional glories and tall-tales of imagination run amuck with a sprinkle of memories and a pinch of emotional turmoil all set to bake in the spiraling fall of a rabbit's hole where worlds collide in particles of idealistic thoughts and fantasies made of seasonal changes and shifts in tectonic plates of cliques of robotic personalities for a little girl's mind to record- is it that mind of mine you simply cannot stand to weigh down your conscience?