i am feeling the cave walls for clues in the dark, wondering how anyone can do this alone
when i see you:
white hot phantasmagoric spark
seared into the eye behind my forehead.
(meeting you makes a noise.)
and we’re off to the races. it’s love at first flash.
you’re a hazy dazy vision, pink clouds fuzzy around the edges
until i wake up plunging, cold wet dripping shocked right out of Technicolor.
how many times have i had this dream?
how many times have we danced to this song,
you and i?
since you know the steps.
how many sounds does my heart make when it breaks?
shatters, crashes, crunches, chimes?
has it ever been like a violin, like a foghorn, like music?
does it always hurt this loud?
how many lives have we passed each other in like strangers at a train station?
how many places have i run into you, once, and never forgotten your face?
where i can’t make out what you were wearing but i’ll always remember how you made me feel?
let me ask you this. when you grabbed my hand at the movies,
was it the first time?
or was it a choice you made eons ago,
when we were wolves sleeping in caves?
we aren’t soulmates.
you are my soul’s opponent hue,
and i cross my eyes to show myself imaginary colors.
it isn’t your fault that i’m falling in love
and waking up with a head rush.
you’re not my twin flame.
i just wish you were,
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