Your eyes punctuate the words pocking the pages of the folio —
Locked away in my heart closet —
With hyperbolic hole punches outside the margins
And onomatopoeic blinking from all the blank spaces
Between ○ the ○ words.
I can hear that sticky gummy eye-opening sound,
Your eyelashes getting tangled like strings of spider silk on a breeze.
From my stare alone.
*** Huh??? ***
*** I just wanted to use the words “hyperbolic” and “onomatopoeic” in the same poem. ***
I am sitting on my bed
crunching black opal, rose quartz, labradorite and celestite between my smiling teeth
singing forth shine, shimmer, sensual enigma and rippling auroras through the window of my pulsating heartworld
Into the undulating aether
hoping that something lightful and godfringed bounces back.
I lick my lips in languished wait
And recline into a momentary crystaled joy.
***I do not endorse drugs of any kind….other than cannabis….and perhaps select hallucinogens….why not? ***