Evermore
beige eyes to surprise a life streaming through soul-falls.
I
love you like fusions, through welts concerned, featured in teardrops.
You’re painted in holograms, a teal
apparition, to meet me come
dreams.
We nibble apricots, to fawn through words, necking on a
comforter. I awaken, to witness a shadow, running to
a vision. Be it
a
muse, an aqua gem, to gait through kingdoms; for you’re a legend,
the
lev of poets, connected through
increments. We travel graces, spent
in
transcension, climbing particles. I found a death, surging within, a
picture
of a maiden; and ever this mind; for never this oath; alive the
deepest
kef. We panic—to greet a hologram, a
field of music—
walking
our dreams.
We danced in grey, a cultic storm, to
wrestle illusions; for jamais vu,
to
see you breathe, a pair of lungs; and life alone, to hear déjà vu,
screeching
mirrors…forever this love, healed in therapy, to cancel a
hologram…and
ever so cryptic…even a myth…to search agoras; for life
and
waves—the waves of light—stressing an image.
We punctured
air, a sight for
loss, pulling at shattered dreams.
