we danced on the
the empty canvas,

leaving gorgeous
stains of
words we only
dare to whisper.

tangible music
flows from our
spiraling eyes,

irises reflecting
firecracker suns
and
comatose daisies.


your sweet
morphine tongue
caresses mine,

and I fall
in your arms

to hopefully
keep the room
from spinning.

[you make me dizzy.]

our daydreams are
mounted in color
as this impressionist
waltz prolongs...

and the painting reminds you...

of the vivid
mental picture

you take so eagerly
as the sun sets
on its earthly perch,

thus surrendering
to self-detonation
and giving
birth to twilight.

[i want to make a
massacre of this evening]

let's dance in
the empty bedsheets

and cause

yellow stars to
destroy themselves.


let me taste your
morphine kiss one last time.