Envision Us

I imagine us flipping, sailing through parks, captured in midair. Our laughs are fluid; the music is mental; as we chime with eternity. I imagine love, this filtered forever, while we maintain composure: as lost in warmth, that chilled moment, as to realize vulnerability; but it’s always new—this inner force, pushing our picnics; so here’s a rose, died in crimson—a petal for diamond tears. I caught us watching and giggling and feeling alive; this second in pash, as becoming visceral—that minute of deep sorrow; to capture that feeling—of euphoric sadness, while jesting in earnest; to see that face, twitching with energy, and broken through confession; as wanting forever, that moment in time, whereto, are yesteryear’s scars. I dream of jinni, this glamorous style, knitted in riches: this grand affect; that fatal glance; that instance of shivers—as butterflies swarm, and ladybugs dance, where doves coo and mate. I found us cordial, as course as distance, performing a theatrical art. We took notion to pause—a portrait of a mayfly, as dynamic as artistry; to have that feeling, undergirt in tensions, while falling where passion slept: those rapid eyes; that keen essence; that too far nearness; as wanting eternity, as breathing forever, this treasure—my heart’s amore. I found us with love—our dinner a shared peach—our breakfast an illusion. We rarely see the spoken, as filled with mirrors—this feeling of desire; in which, is madness, this dark system, a desire to mold beings—into that perfect person, as attentive as prose, as fervent as Shakespeare: that close contraption; that need to fawn—while sturdy enough to resist a mawkish dance. I imagine us blinded, our center of souls, as wrapped in paradise: that northern land, captured in concretes, in love with but one soul.