Your batting of an eyelash,
My perfect
yellow
downfall
On repeat to match the beat
Pounding through my head,
Deconstructing, my eyes, slip
Tracing the cracks that my feet,
slow
heavy
unnecessary,
Have been grazing
For who even knows how long—
What is time without you to make it go faster?
I check, they all check
All reassured of our grievances, failures
Masses of nothing put together
wilted flowers
crumpled papers
The blue echoes and the mindless absence
Dwelling in the dark air—smokeless
Far too long here, far too long.

Naked footsteps weaving through the room
Echoing desire, a purple halo on the rug, in three;
Touch,
A beautiful touch
Drawn by a weightless angelic blue— cherubic,
Dizzying to our music;
Songs are whispers, forgotten
A chord, melodic and striking
A laugh, enchanting;
It flows through guilty waves of our lust-ridden hair,
Each strand reduced to a corridor for our sweat to travel
Tangle,
Mingle,
Intertwine— down my face, you decide I’m beautiful;
So careless in being careful
Carefree, my caregiver and me
Our velveteen nighttime, cascaded by saturated promises
Air, seeping with the scent of turquoise shampoo bottles,
Of bitter smoke;
The feel of moonlit freedom in my clenched fists,
A beat as consistent as the constellations
More loyal than a living conscious dares,
And I trace the footsteps.