Ripples of goosebumps, the night kisses my skin goodbye with a gentle breeze as the first red beams of morning dance through the curtains.
Flesh contracts and flinches.
The feeling of falling, crashing, the tingle of horror and spinning to reconnect mind to its transient vehicle.
The black blurs to colour. Grey, red, black, navy.
Sound dances back into the atmosphere. The hypnotic rhythm of a human breath, still unconscious, vulnerable...
Sweet is the sigh, innocent. Which each breath, the layers of skin, flesh, sheets
They all dissolve.
All that remains is a beautiful blue light
It vibrates, connects with the atmosphere and begins its own unique dance within the universe.

We are one.
The ache and hot fracture through the chest considering the look in the eyes of authority.
The hypocrisy of love, of creator.
Of being consumed by a mind, a personality.
Body is secondary to the wonders, the sublime terror and beauty of the mind that is sprawled out beside me with sheets licking around the shoulders.

Hand on hand
As the hand reaches for its equal there is comfort
The cold film between reminds the body of its loneliness and the heart
of how this world works
The trained mind sees everything it wants to see

There is a field of grey flowers blooming behind this
Constantly blooming in a beautiful mourning ceremony
Each day until they wilt.

It is alive untouched by the neon signs, peroxide bottles and the paper tongues