My blood is full of light

November 28, 2018 2:37PM

My blood is full of light,
Sundered strands of glistening lumen
Dreams, rapt windows and un-bodied breath,
All bent as molten weaves.

The drug takes me under, my flesh
A memory. Weaving mesh of senses
Torn from the ground to the stars
To the peak of unbelief.
Pinprick atheistic joy.

All this walking of streets, the lonely
Human shadows flirting with neon and
Shadow warmth. I see your
Breath, we catch our eyes and
lose them.

There was a tangent here that
I’ve forgotten as we pulled each other
Close. A warmth lit of neon and
Frost, a closet sigh.

Wormwood took these souls and
Let it all free. No god, no fantastic ethereal breeze, just
Tampons and sand and
Erectile dysfunctional regret.

Our children appreciate this bargain but
Don’t know it yet. They light up all
Fluorescent while we wait silently
Waiting.