In the unplumbed depths of the cruel grasp of winter
You hang your hat on my magical peg of lust
in order to curb the beast lurking in the corners of your mind,
touching and being cut by the shards of glass embedded here.
My bubble burst, you’re a handy hand-hewn beauty,
but it’s like loving a ghost with an innocence
yet unspoiled by time, and with a shrieking feral love.
A razor blade spasm in the mirror of self-reflection
in the coffee cup of my imagination
speaks volumes within the silence of my head
that expresses the joy of the still living.
You are now like the sticky sweet in an android’s dream
as your loveliness spills out into the void
spreading your viruses like the seeds
that had a nickel for the ride.
Now you're an astral spirit
hovering over the snow drift of my thoughts,
as you touch my mystical peg
and give it a new life with an edge
more sharply focused than ever before.
Ruler of the house, you are now like a cat
receiving my affection with disdain
and showing no concern for the harsh realities of life,
beguiling my senses with your ancient Egyptian secrets.
Now existing in a duality of concurrently running threads
you unexpectedly blossom like a long-forgotten bulb
as you reincarnate from the clay in my hands,
my life grows less dire, and the butterflies squirm below.
In the end there is just the muted trumpet and piano playing a slow duet
within the creeping fog that ever draws nearer
to us, you and I, and my peg of lust.
Adding your comment:
Thanks for stopping by, I noticed I lost half the title once again, the "You and I, in" is really "You and I, in 'The Peglet of Lust'"...! (everything after a quotation mark is lost after an edit...)
that adoring guy in your life, me! 
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