entering reality again
I knew I was happy by the
Way she touched my sternum.
Glad to live in my
Poverty of allocative
Desire,
With her celebrity,
And being that loveless
Child,
Empathy and cardtricks
Followed.
Am I entering
Reality again
Things arose in heart,
And under the sway
Of calculations,
That severed dread
And built
Castles.
Mighty minor chords
Had gifted
The melody
Of our brief encounter,
Away from sadness,
With the taut release
Of dancing strings.
Am I entering
Reality again
Transferring adages,
And shouted text,
Carrying keys
With head lamps,
And blown fuses,
And going westward
Through blue rooms.
Noticing your tiny
Whimpering scar,
The last imperfection,
And tasting beauty
And balance,
In it's unraveling
Of ecstasy.
Am I entering
Reality again
You were a closed
Off semblance,
Before your asterisk,
Bending the frighted road,
With rolled up sleeves,
And in full throttle.
You could not be
More sumptuous,
In these later years
And more attentive.
But ever perturbed
By our recital,
In night waves
That held my answer.
Am I entering
Reality again
Your fair eyes
Of perfect poise,
And mystic vision.
A running
Image ringer.
That settlement,
Among the trees,
Of apt appearance.
That hair
Scrolling
With shifted gait
Of swerving body
As endless pinch,
The vantage point
Of moist remembrance,
And forgetfulness.
Am I entering
Reality again