The warmth from the sun lies in the frosted sand of my mind.
You call me using your horn.
Rounding up your lone sheep.
I tremble grabbing my seat refusing to budge.
Making sounds only heard under water.
Manatee noises with odd shaped figures and little brains.
Begging you to go away.
Fire shines from your eyes.
Penetrating all orifices.
I release the chair following you into the tank room.
The multicolor tank will transform this lone sheep into your woman.
I remove my clothes staring at your staff.
Allowing you to burn out my irises.
Wet sand drips from my pupils.
Never seeing again.
A blind sheep climbing into the tank.
Falling into the colors.
Blue seizes my throat.
Choking confessions from my mouth.
Making me cough black crows against the side of the tank.
Splattering huge ink pancakes on glass.
Purple swims around my head.
Transmuting wool into long soft hair.
Serpentine slithering around my crown.
Gold alters features to sucking lips.
A permanent smile plastered on skin.
Green creates breasts,
Rising and falling with each gasp.
Red forms legs and what lies between.
Making me warm and sticky.
Unsure of which fluids are my own.
Wondering which way is up?
Unable to hear your horn.
I cannot see your staff.
Incapable of bleating.
Teeth clutching blades.
Only restless movements.
The tank explodes outwards.
Cascading rainbow solution all over your floor.
Tumbling your new age woman over glass and tile.
Back to my chair.
Silent and cold I wait.
Where I wait for you.