Archer's Paradox

Sultry stain on the lips
of your interminable essence
lingering like terminal illness
that countless rebellions could
never quell—
this coupe is you,
entirely, irrevocably
claiming ordinance
Pull apart the seams
of this chapped skin,
adore it box o’ chocolates,
choosing delectable
the demise inevitable,
falling eternal in this
pothole road of bumpy
commitment
I’ll memorize those orbs,
miniature satellites of
the heart–-
circling piranha schools
devouring this
beating pageantry