waking dream

June 11, 2007 12:00AM

Light and shadow
kiss.

Peripatetic patterns on the wall, nervous wrangling shapes
easing in and out of forms. Strange and wandering beasts.
Rippling leaves stark before valleys that plunge and run
like the curves of a thousand women. Circus bubbling
juggling menagerie. Sex acts amongst millions. Warriors
sucking blood. Birth and bonds.

The room is blue, everything rippling with seething
breathing chiaroscuro. Black to blue to white. Refracted
caustics dancing as though underwater.

I lose track of where I am. Everything is blue in this
world. Beneath ground, there really is this rug of tan
and azure. Vibrating cyan lights. A beat, a bang.
Beneath ground, there really is this hand–it moves.
Beneath ground, I really do taste the salt on your belly.
Bathed in this shifting lilting light, I hear that
voice and we both go down together.

Down down down. Down beneath the ground.