Friday, May 22, 2009

It will be night,
   of course,
with only fairy lights,
   illuminating or reflecting
   our souls.
      Our souls--
   they are dark wisps hidden in our hair
   or maybe orbs whirling around our heads?--
   it doesn't matter,
   they will be present,
   nonetheless.

I will wear white
   and glow like a moon halo,
   ethereal in the cold vacuum of the space
   between us.
With stardust in my crinkled eyes,
   I see you as I always have,
   the single notch cut in my heart.
My hand will clench your clothes and inhale you,
   memories framed in love's perfection,
   of boyish smiles, tender kisses, wild hair.
I will reach out to you with my eyes closed,
   and reign in your brilliant light,
   smooth and sweet against my cheek.
      So sweet--
  I ache in my throat and tingle at my nose.

Fear--
   there is no fear.
I will be with you forever,
I know.
   A timeless forever,
   hanging in a dazzling mid-twirl, a throbbing mid-leap,
   in the moment of stretching infinity at the mouth of a black hole
   when time slows to a creeping tic...tock...,
   turning us red.
So slow.
I will hold you there with me,
   in our beautiful suspension of eternity,
   before I disappear,
      crushed into nothingness.

In an instant, I will snap
   loose from my hanging thread,
      our heartstring,
   and fall with chaotic cacophony
   into my cavernous mind as I grasp
   at fragmented shards,
      dull mirrors of refracting rainbows.

It will be night,
   of course,
   because of the absence of light.
I will eat up all brightness
   as I hurtle away,
   sucked up by the blossoming vacuum,
      gluttonous and greedy.
All things converge at me,
   except you.
You--in static equilibrium pooled at my ankles;
   dark puddles of shimmering symmetry.
You--a chilly fog caught in my lungs;
   I hold and blow floating rings of ghostly smoke.
You--the pale powder I dust myself in every morning;
   hide my imperfections.

There are tiny fluctuations
and eventually I will be shot out in jets--
   in energy, painfully piercing,
   reverberating in waves of gargantuan scales,
   and released from the suffocating pressure.
Forever,
I will be able to meander, twist, and spin.
Watch my movements leave ancient Aurora Borealis streaks,
   glittering ionized gas particles at my fingertips.

I, cold and gone, am with you again
finally
in my paradoxical, promised forever.

Not yet.
But soon.

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