You are not enough
In the vivid haze of my mind
Seeping through deep perception –
Facetious wisdom taunts me into the dark;
I am blind and your body is shapeless,
Each fingernail of yours is transparent –
Let alone the secret curves once on show,
Those now in retreat from certain synapses –
Towards the rolling faith of my mind.
It drips and deluges the debris I have come to see;
And now your face is a puddle on the floor,
Wax-less and waxed – that smile has waned
From the concept of existence;
You are simply a farce in previous expectations –
I break them with my iron glance,
Beyond the closed eyelashes, they hang heavy,
Filling a salty stream with slip petals.
They are not lightweight, snapped up pressure,
You’re precious in the counting-money sense,
Where daylight merely shutters newborn eyes.
Fly up, phoenix, fly: rejoin the molecules,
And convince me my memories have begun,
Even if beforehand, they were formed from delusions.
Remind me of your physical size –
My eyes are craving more than fancies;
Broken wholes reassemble themselves
But no mirage will be my accolade,
And no sign can point to revealing life.
Fragments of sky are not bright enough –
Pieces of you shatter on my body
As my mind is parting itself.
Hand to hand, and lips to teeth:
My declaration pours your second picture.
I clutch at the duller picture
Whilst my eyes carve themselves internally blind.