I was breathing in your nature
when you awoke me
from my slumber.
I dreamt of
singing low and loud
down white wedding aisles,
completely naked except for
my big red wings glowing high
above my head,
teasing bridesmaids in the belfry,
my hands seek under petticoats
to the moans of mystery maidens.
The clock sounded
her thunder tones
and we came down
topsy-turvy staircases,
walking up walls
into the parlor
to fuck on the ceiling
where I can see the
sirens sway sultry
in the dust that gathers amongst corners,
away from the sunlight,
whispering of all my indiscretions
over the years,
hissing in my earlobes
while I kissed your nipples.
There was a volcano coming,
slowing building in
my belly,
reaching its claws
into the earth by way of my
sinews and blood,
through my bones to toes
and northward,
within the chinks of my spine
to the brain,
up, up,
to the moon,,
growling some melody
Id heard drift
through my childhood,
balloons filling my room
for my birthday
when I was six
and that “sweet caroline” song
echoed through
the hallways
of better days long gone.
The inferno inside me
remembers everything,
the feelings you ignited,
the anger that time at the restaurant
at two in the morning
when you yelled at the waitress
who looked so weary.
I see the patterns in human interactions
like a series of connecting constellations
in my head,
visions so intense sometimes that
I stopped in my footprints
and stared sadly into
the wonderland space.
