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Touching the Core
Is romance worth it?
Circling down you lovers vortex to touch the core?
His histories of ineffectual relationships, will you be just one more?
Gliding over blue future days, never wanting to acknowledge the shifting landscape below.
Whispering gales of criticism blow through your wings
Through the blue, I see cracks.
Every month a new one falls toward the floor...
I hear nails being hammered into old wooden doors, behind, little girls yearn to come out and play...
In reflected mirrors, I see them fall into the awaiting smile...
With lips that aren't mine, words are whispered that flow like honey to the ear...
Sentimental songs play, their words pull tears onto pallets of cracked grey hues...
I search a now frozen heart to find the entrance to the place of your love...
Backwards I fall...
Like a rare butterfly, each little pin seals a fate youth cannot save.
With every breath, heartbeat, step, I try to link my hand into yours...
I'm lonely, I'm cold, the pain cuts through the dark...
Making jagged tears where bitter, black blood floods over my dusty heart...
To tired to be angry, just another slamming door to shiver behind, once excited by inner joys...
I'm left to pick up the toys...
My body moves...it hums soft and slow.
Laborous, harsh winds blow across wet minutes...ticking evermore deaths cadence.
Behind the time piece...I dart and peer.
Who and what do you see?
Through colored mirrors...the visage shifts.
From darkest blacks to blinding whites...I touch you.
Deep inside me...
I gently cup my hands around your soft warm body.
Like a snow white dove, your feathers stir as my breath touches you.
I then whisper words of safety and comfort as I lightly stroke you.
I open my palms and rejoice as you spread your wings for flight.
Never could I steal your freedom from you, for this too is what I seek.
If you desire, let me fly along with you for awhile.
Gazing back at me, your eyes like the eagle, I'm still and uncertain.
Like the rabbit, I offer myself.
Both willing and afraid...
I sense your terrifying, haunting presence, just on the outskirts of my minds eye.
I see you!
My mind chokes from the fear and bands of doubt, wrap tight around my head.
"Do not be afraid..."
I scream back, "Creature, how dare you steal my sanity!"
Snatches of cloudy visions, grab at the ankles of reality...
Making me wildly jump in a dance of inner pain and confusion.
My dear blue boy with your dreamy dark eyes...
Like the rolling tide...spectral colors swirl and coil inside...
You blink and hot rain falls and soaks into my yielding flesh...
Arms and lips enfold you...lift you on high...
Afraid of the flight...I cling tightly...letting the spirit and melody guide me...
How is this possible?
I blink and pour onto you...through the deluge, I hear you whisper the words...
"Everything will be alright...you are loved."
Rising up...I trace your still wet and taunt form with my minds eye...Tightly you grip me...a door opens in front of us...
Searching your dreamy dark eyes...they flash crystal blue, as images of past memories are painted upon your iris...
Reaching through you...I frantically fight to close the door...with my dear blue boy, I wish to stay...
Help me to close the door...
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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