He spoke as he watched me from his place of watching:
“Don’t you look all rosey this morning. Cheeks flooding with blood, eyes wilding like wolves.”
I replied to the Aether,
“Well, I feel kinda rosey and wild today.”
*** I talk to “imaginary” friends… and scribble poems between resistance training sets… lol. ***
I saw you standing there
Like an immaterial sentinel
Between the spores of dust and the empty space upon which they were strewn.
But you appeared more present and tangible than the rocks and trees
Beyond the windowpane
Through which the sun dappled and danced
And tried without success to bathe you
In lacklustre light.
But your light is brighter than the sun
And the dog sun that shines even brighter still (but without the notice of humans).
So much so
That you turned the sunshine
Just by standing there
I want to bleed into your veins
And be the writhing in your body
As you arch your back
And leave your bones.
I want to breathe into your lungs
And become the air that escapes
When you call out
From the deep of the dream void.
I want to be the moan upon your eros-kissed lips
As you reach out through the gloom
To find me there
Standing behind the veil
That only seems like separation.
I want to be the abandon in your fevered eyes,
And the tongue-lash across your sweet throbbing throat,
As you run your fingers through my hair
And through the phrases caught in my webbed thoughts.
I want to be the claw and nail
That sinks into your skin
As you roll your eyes
Towards our burning heaven.
You smell like clouds stretched along the horizon
And red sunrises.
I’ve lost myself in your ethereal caresses,
Your chest of white cotton,
And hummingbird heartbeats.