totalitarian in a good way

i am the king of lemon zest
the holy lord of bitterness
bow down and laugh amidst my toes
giggle toe nails and cheese
until we are swaddled up in purple
and barking at the servants
to bring us a blacker tea.

i am the king of sour cream
the holy lord of what's gone bad
praise my name and glorify my eyes
shout out my wretched moldy stares
until we are the loudest criers
standing naked and hornless
in the middle of the grassless square

i am the king of dead petunias
the holy lord of worthlessness
kiss the ruby ring that wraps my finger
weep blisters and red meat
until we are wrapped up in a tapestry
depicting all the wars between us
that made us both complete.