The Alchemist

i’m the underground mad chemist
plotting against the globe.
i stay in an angry cave
until i blur.
you can’t tell where my outline ends
and the sky begins.

but you persist in bringing me
back to tangibility.
you love me for my crazy.
you hunger to make
a woman out of me.

your touch is roiling plasma.
your love is liquid gold.
feel my pulse working overdrive.
reinvent me as the alchemist,
for i’ve won streaks of lunacy
from your ochroid eyes.

your every word is a step
in a minefield.
your love is a diamond
finding its conflict in me.
i’ll stop my terror.
bad habit, i know.
instead i’ll make sure your head
never hits the bed
without my hand
under it.