This unnatural light like the last summer before the last winter sends the grackles into the cedars rattling their wings in the evergreens making a sound like Ishmael casting his bones on the deck of Ahab's ship.
I feel fine, now that stoical ice grows within me like a tangled vine wrapping around inside, and outside I'm a laughing smiling clown upside down on my house, and my life, you see this frown painted by Courbet, realistic as Pushkin's finest piece of poetry.
Every time your eyes touch me my skin flushes hot and my heart tears open making room for the love you pour into me
Every time you gift me affection my energy reaches through miles holding your pain until it heals in the depth of my truth
Every time you bare more of yourself to me you fill my essence with your light making me strive to be better than I thought I could be
Every moment you love me more intensely than the one before it surprises me anew proving minutes of pure love are stronger than a lifetime of tepid affection
A universe in smokey hues of hypnotic perfection Each change in depth, each glance a reinvention of self of my perception of your self See me naked or see my skin as it protects my heart
Razor-wire glistens gray as the blades of a gaze skin me alive Shattered memories built a person held together by the very skin you are burning through with the heat of the bare truth
I see your desire and it hurts It hurts as my broken shards fall to the floor It hurts as your laser vision cauterizes each piece back in place burned together to heal in the strength of love The love that is reflected in smokey hues of hypnotic perfection