Pandora did not just have one box 
   there are a myriad of multisized cubes 
     in her possession 

The witch crept and quietly searched
   while optics were engrossed 
 on recipe titles 
a mind wandered to moments 
  of intimacy 

Me:  "My true form is tiny."
You: "Seriously?" 
Me:  "Yes!" 
You: "Fucking crotch puppet!" 
Me:  "What?" 
You: "I’ve always wanted a tiny lap ornament crotch puppet." 

   Enveloped arms, soaked in red 
cursed upon the first glance 
    remain with whatever emotion
        in orbit of thoughts 

Laughter & shock 
    rosy cheeks, liquid drowns 
 any semblance of love 
    what is a state drier than dry
        to forget enact revenge 

Snap back to here & now, 
    find this recipe 
 love my special beautiful soul 
    broken by serpent promises 
  and the recipe found 

Pandora asleep on her couch 
   feels the presence one eye slowly opens 
    when the intent is felt 
  her smile grows and renters her dream 
   grants the witch the recipe 
       to steal with a blessing 
    and promise of true self love 
      unequivocally