Itchy Dreams

Why did they drop us here?
Sop up the pastel drippings of the sky
In wonder of a shadow’s eternal reconstruction.
Stretch. Now shrink! Now fly away
To dance on the sun.

You shouldn’t have done that,
Thinking you were going to be fine with just
Skipping stones and reading love into everything that moves
Or stands stationary. I sent you a cue.
Sun is god with immense muscle, delicate and overcast.
Shadows quiver in its opulent stories.
They shrivel in the closed jar.
Drink it down slow and thick like orchestral moods,
It journeys to your unforgiving pit. Incessantly begging.
Beyond these walls their eyelids are sewn with superficial threads to their brows.
They do not look in your direction.

And you, too. Careful now.
Float down on the gliding thought of a willow.

My gums are bleeding through my rhythm
And I’m not sure how it drips so slowly
Since my heart flutters faster than a devoted mouth measures song.
Eyes wide. Take it all in, but don’t stare.
Cupped in your palm, smushed into the emotion of a morsel lost.
Forgotten spine - undulate on your furry trek towards the world.
You worry too much about the splinters in your heels.
But I think they are beautifully bruising.
I sprinkled it on the plate for you. Did you like it?

Of course you did. Each breath has an aroma of luscious threat.
The glassware is stocked and you are on your way,
Always belaboring your limbs.
Stop and embrace the delicious winds on your shoulders.