Her lips part softly, no sound
Just bubbles floating
over her shoulder
Iridescent reflections rippling out the window through the thin rows of shrubbery up to the sky.
He surveys her, bare shoulders and bangs shrouded figure from afar
Sweet fruit of shy passion
And heavenly liberation.
Oh, in those familiar crescent eyes
His body wanes, arc of light clear and sharp as crystal, colors flying he’s pulled up to the
Oh, mouth of the devil herself
But she doesn’t speak,
Words wrap us up and entangle and trap and choke us hanging from the suspended metal framework
Yours seep into my brain like radioactive chemicals, clearing and damaging and exploding it leaving no space for the vocabulary list written on the board. flickering sparks from the LED strips burning the ends of my shoelaces. That’s why I couldn’t look at you when you said hi this morning.
Oh, thin, tapering fingers splayed over thin college ruled paper
He lets himself wander wondering wishing
Aching for those fingers, for those warm hands cupped, perhaps around his own cheek. Pale and cold, it
aches too for the blooming rose she brings.
She is the figure he sees through his telescope every night
She lies with him in his twin bed, closing his eyelids with a puckered lip
She waits for him at the end of the dark orb within the fifth dimension
She pulls him up from under his pillowcase, beaming, glowing
She sits in Spanish, without a word looking at the infinite sky through the muddled glass.
Will you ever look my way?
The great dragon comes down from the sky
I miss the little room
That sat between me and her because
Now that it’s gone, I cannot remember
How it ever existed.
She’s here all the time now, my new permanent roommate.
She painted the walls black and blue with her bare hands.
And then she becomes a part of me.