Ice Sculpture Poem by the black cloaked poet

Oral Sex Anyone?

Chisel me in continuity where peculiar circumstances
ornate
the thirst for novelty.

Guide me imperiously, to direct opposition
venturing me free of theories
and opinion.

Lick me with futile controversy
give offense by opposing
the taste of others.

Color wheel me with quiet
incarnation,
as my adversaries brand me
dull, and vapid.

Smoothe and tranquil the scene
with lusty aggressiveness
of sincere hands, not apparatus
taming the sleepy serpentine
against the clump.

Extract pleasure from variety
and contrast,
reading me with intricacy
between uniformity and confusion.

Let me melt away
pleased with succession
and incontinuity,
where every dropp offers drink
to the destruction
of the unity of the composition.