Love is a line
That wiggles
Feelings
Sublime
Emotions that jiggle
Conductor waves
His stick in the night
Black is gently blued
Poco a poco, orange, yellow
And the last is the first thing
I see
Brown hair, eyes chipped ice
Blue
You
How are you?
Insubstantial soap bubbles
Some people forget, you know.
Soap bubbles, again, how many times? Can you hear that tiny... pop!
I'm not used to surprises- I saw you last weekend.
Glimmering, rainbow spheres, you gaze never ends, if when you stare for one eon
That song was playing, with the bells. And for some reason I thought about last Christmas and the broken dishes and when I found you in the
cave. We joked about Jesus. Greasy hair, broken promises, fractured laughter.
I couldn't help but stare. I'm sorry, it wasn't right of me.
Stare all you like, there's nothing here. See
Let me finish. When I saw you I wanted t
Mauve
Cold Comforts,
Trickling
About your unconscious.
Sort of like those perspirant desires,
Vicious, sometimes
and viscous.
Look at a mirror plane.
I
Wet eyes.
I
Red, blue eyes.
And say to you;
Love is not a chemical compound produced in the heart muscle.
Cal Poly Pomona Green leaves
scatter across your flitting eyelids
Vague, motherly milieu
We touch
Pine needles prick
Reciprocate
Soft kick
Tonight is the last for a very long time;
Tiny fly
bright white light frenzy.
"music down."
Red face,
Red hair,
Advertisement.
Home truths,
Now foreign objects,
Littering distant focalities.
Alight at sleep.