small dot pinpricks in your vision staccato color too saturated to last for more than seconds flickering faster to form the image of paradise that dances just out of reach of your wheezing parched throat gasps, thirsty skies that lap from you, liquid falling up to form tomorrow’s rain with the lingering stench of a love forgotten in the forest within the pages of a thin young book draped in red velvet, sopping wet and royally lost, a pile of sticks, a joyous cry, a covetous glance at anyone who pays you mind

everything is blurring marbling pigment dripping from each orifice rock pores in the skin of trees running like the earth is sniffling and everything is orange

melting clocks, everything is melting, your fingers turn to tentacles sliming over my chest open up the canned peaches let the sugarwater dribble down my thigh

your words throb with the color and taste of sweet, apricot, and there’s a tingle in my mind as i recall the nectar of childhood and the warmth of its cool colored leaves as the forest awakens

kaleidoscoping candlelight flickering purples against the yellows of your eyes worn out and rollicking with visions of endless staircases you can’t climb while holding my hand

eyes peeking from the smoke that wafts licking your ankles tripping seducing pulling to a barren landscape that needs this juice to make it grow swallowing sucking kissing the surface of the water as sun fire freckles the sand under your fingernails melting pouring down your stomach dripping like honey hardening against your skin sweetly shelling out each kiss like a barter for my promises