In the cool abstract fog off the sea coast
Where the light touches the water
And prisms form in sacred geometry
The ether of our souls trapped happily
Is where we spend eternity
Eden, Nirvana, the land of milk and honey
Is where we shoot the breeze
we sit on mahogany tree
branches
Saturated in brocade & rose gold leaf
The sky is always peach and pink
With streaks of florescent teal
We’re always just right there
Me and you
we no longer care
About anybody
or anything
Anywhere
Time
Or place
Because it’s just us too
And the fog between our lips
We try to pursue
We try to push through
Heaven on earth
Our celestial bodies
Intertwined like the entanglement in *each other’s* existence
Meditative
Grateful
Mindful
Medieval
In love
in freedom
in masochistic lunacy
In cherubic prophesy
In celebacy
in sanity
In each other’s arms
In kama sutra
in holy ecstacy
Exhaulted ones of another dimension
We see ourselves in each other
We breathe each other in
Like we are each others only sin
No anticipation of what lies ahead
Or regrets we cannot change
Forever trapped in perfection
No more need for words
I look to you as you look at me
desperately we try to reprieve
a broken dream
Fades to black
Is he even coming back
Static cling chaos
in blizzard like conditions
“chschschshchshchshchsh” “chschschshchshchshchsh”
cackling
Rat tat tatting
Static
Satanic panic
Democracy
Mocking me
Dead air
Seance time again
Using a spirit board to try to reach you
Grim reaper communication breakdown
Or is it in my head
waiting for the screen to talk back
seen only in disbelief by carrosol beams
Collapse a thousand pieces glass
shattered in the sand like my wish fulfillment fantasy
Box full of valentine’s
I wear my heart on my sleeve
In my heart shaped box
Red construction paper doilies a silver heart and a gag
I’m such a good girl
But it’s more fun than crying
Now we dream in black and white
no home in each other
We flip mercury dimes
and dig wishing wells
As we fantasize about the sunrise
And meeting at the crossroads
We smooth away the pain with priorities
As our waking lives become lackluster
