What do you feel here?

A sweet hissing mist spread across the cloudy harbor that faithful day, The still, sunken copper streets stood rain-washed and gray, The sing-song autumn crisps were twirling like piano pleasures, Soaked in honey-heavy swirling milky measures, A sweet whistling mist spread across the harbor that miserable day, The Chateau shadowed eerie harbor green and sea- sprayed overlooking the midnight seaway, Waltz my dear puppet waltz in the white night, Waltz my dear puppet wiggle in the firelight, Clotted with warts, red-pox, and green wrinkles, Dancing up and down in slippery slapped diesels, Me thinks we’re jinxed to the devils fiddle and the lassies winks, And the infinite ruby-smile of the desert sphinx! The desert sphinx! I was alone, but how alone, Even the shrieking gulls in the sapphire sky had left and gone, I had recently returned, Brown, thirsty, and sunburned, To the one place a man should never be, The sinister shade of the emerald palm tree, It had been a long, long voyage, I had become acquainted with the ocean and its language, But now the voyage was done and checked, The crew was dead and the ship was wrecked, My eyes were sunken like the dim dunes of the west, Thirst, hunger, and illness those stubborn guests, Like briny white sails against ocean winds oppressed, Above me laid the black clouds, In their wild primal winds screeching, The sky donning its crimson shroud, Above me phantom vessels sailing, Ah! The sobbing infant, lo the groaning ropes, As the Devil rocks in his cradle his smirk the shape of Spanish slopes, The gunpowder rum flavored chanteys, The wicked red natives with their white marble eyes, Blood dripping down their thighs, Grins forming on their faces, rotten brown fish swimming in the sea foam poison green, the universe and stars spun away melted into hazy lanterns?!?! Indigo eyes, red Sicilians, murky village streets? Orange scented silver studded mirrors, I see a wilderness in your eyes and a crazed flaming sunset on your cheeks, I could sail on your Congo-black river hair for weeks, where tiny little pools/droplets acrobat across murmuring fountains they shimmer and glisten, like crystals pulsating and singing under the cool moon rays that lick, maybe I’ll snooze under the gentle flow of your sable curls where clusters of white dreams gild the sky, of opiate climes and chilly nighttime air from which refreshing waterfalls of liquid starlight pour, maybe I’ll tame the sly snakes that skim the butter fields in pairs with their fangs in your hair, fluttering wings of butterflies spring from your eyelashes, woven in ecstasy, lying on your violet sofa where your pale white toes peak and whimper against the violent purple colors, scents leak and lay, your Arab waist bending with the charcoal violins twirling into the sapphire pink eyelids of dripping dawn, the corsets and cocktails, cinnamon and tangerines in Picasso perfumes tumble down her skin, butterfly’s flutter fizzing, when you chirp your eyelashes, how your rosiness how your beauty reflects like lonely dewdrops sliding down single blades of grass, your smile how naked it is how real in its sweet nectars its radiating intensity of lush green summer fields basking in the warm kisses of the golden sunlight, I’ll dance with the shadows across your strange tropic lips silhouetted against the dreary hours, the horizons curving in childish temptations like the jasmine with its petals ivory and smooth, stained dawn stained in violet, moon tints of lush lilacs linger in blue and the scarlet’s blush across the borders and regions of you, an empire of brilliance, grandeur, I’ll flow with the streams and currents along your winding veins, climb the rolling hills and loll with each slope until I descend into the pink valleys, eyes glittering like a starry lake at night massaged/adored by the moon, feline ceremonies.