In the tarnished sky,
the clamor from a ring of iron bells and neon blossoms.
Awakening to find a crossroads between Juno and Artemis.
In the mist of the discordance,
I saw a wise man who had loved and lost
high upon a nameless hill, a nostalgic glow,
"I saw you in a dream"
an ageless love that yearned to grow,
The fasting fear
the pensive passion
Dancing madly like starving gypsies
A pattern of clouds in a flame of gold
rising from within him like a great titan of steam.
Gazing at the chasm of his heart, I transcended time
We held hands and fell through sheets of sand
opalescent tantric lands.
City of stars perched on the night
a shimmering crow of obsidian diamonds,
Our lips met, hushed and pure,
mathematical connection, infinite affection,
in a ring of burning flowers and sacred projection.
Whispering in heartbeats
our fathomless reflection.

Counting wings in a flock of birds
Broken limbs and unsung words.
High above a sea of trees
Two doves collide in symmetry.

Sweet warmth of spring
and all the things
of love we learned
From that sacred burn
Seared inside and sewn up tight,
Two misfit hearts so full of light

In the twilight's tender gleam,
Whispers dance in silent dreams.
Silver stars and moonbeams gold,
weave the quilt where dreams are told.

A storm afoot in early spring,
but I'm safe beneath your wings
A star is born, the veil is torn,
All we dream now given form.

Growing and knowing
the ebb and flow
My love for you
like starfire
scintillating,
oscillating,
like a thousand little electrical storms
in every apex of my form.
An orchestra of prayers
is the sound of your voice.

Amid my restive slumber
tangled in linens,
Morpheus' hand did pass o'er
a vision unto me like the maw of a beast.

A stranger did come and in their form,
shapeless and obscure,
uttered my name as clear as day
without another word.
I drew back in terror
and the name rung out,
hanging limply in the dusk.
Extending a hand with lifeless eyes,
waiting for my trust.

I fled away,
my naked feet bleeding on the earth.

a rotting gold,
she is darkened with the wine of his eyes.
body heavy with the draping of night
pinned to cork,
feeding her fire,
laughter in the womb.

Completely conscious, breathing. and at the same time suspended in some state known not to man.
Being that the earth is confined to solids, gases, and liquids, I understand it to be of another world. humorous.
The naked eye has been deceived.

No more
are my little shackles
tethered to his nerves.
But maybe sometimes
he misses
the prison of my gaze.