All windows are doors

All windows are doors

I was dreaming universes of your touch
with crazy abstract meanderings
peeking through nights of tall spirits
raising my eyelashes, hoping they’d notice me
(all the invisible worlds)
my wine drenched head spins
in circus winds
so clutch my cold fingers and whisper to me of
forest nymphs and madness in this cold air

I swallowed the warm honey drenched scents
of dark possibilities
my pocket watch hands
ticking slowly, coating my relaxed mouth
while the delicious hum of the clouds
melts into my eyes
like the whole cosmos
is my familiar

I decided that I wanted my insides
to be a Daliesque appropriation
in the dark shades of your soul

A surreal universe pulled me apart
from within and made me art personified
I was a kaleidoscope of ancient gods
an amalgamation of your dark presence
a culmination of our smiles
a pandimensional night
and all windows were doors
to wondrous gardens