Borderline Love Lyric 6

Angels I've always optioned
as bearing the gist
of an apperceptive helicopter
or Kryptonian psychiatrist
or interdimensional fallguy.
But mute angel of mercy
suppressing suspiration,
who withheld their number
& was on the line for
mere seconds at 7
a.m. this morning was you,
I know
it, checking I was stillalive
after last night's BPD jive.

'My giddy aunt!' I'd go at a thumbsup from
Lotto Ad Hand Of God. 'How profound!'
I'd go at an Enceladean megaplume
replete w/ organic compounds
a flythru proved. But I'd rather 
discover there was chanceoflife in our
remaining *-X'd petnamers & injokers. In 
our Kreml-astrologie 
of reciprocity, 
give me a sign!
Awaking next to you
- phew! 
After a febrile siesta,
like a jammy sailor

shipwrecked upon the shores
of home of all places.
Snug as alien orcas under
Europa's ocherous lineae, chaos
terrain, in Jovian lunar caverns
measureless to little green mantas down
to a sunless sea. In soaring
cryptolect, 
our dyadic moonpod duets,
our alien 
Eros made ultrasound, tho' my sunnyside 
pods recede,
wellhung as Orko
at premonitions of razbliuto,

fond-to-neutral farewell in your 
plaint. You have no
right to resist my other
worlds, clam up on our orca argot.
I am your Stalker God,
you my orca pod
centrefold.
Check I am alive; like a blubbery 
angel underwater, blub for me.
I love you so much I'll leave you on hold.
Eruptable,
undumpable,
how can you resist
an interpersonal terrorist?