Birth of a muse

Cherry flavored lip gloss.
A gentle fist, smothered in vaseline.
Convergence of two awakened souls.
Die little one, Die.
Your mother shall soon parish.
Speak softly dear angels.
A vase is shattered.
A single orchid is smashed.
We all one day shall wilt.
Or melt.
Joy srings forth.
As does the battletop of my lustful dreams.
A revolution I say!
Come forth chosen one.
From your ravenous prison.
Foolish one, you should have stayed in that cage.
After all, it was made of sterling silver.