Swoosh!
The intrepid winds violently thrust my heart
through the cracks of the warped and weary oak door
to my forgotten soul: fragile like the silken wings of a butterfly
captured by this whirling dervish recycling its thermal energy
back to the earthen planes beneath my feet
The longest unzipping of my psychic sweater left me stripped bare
revealing to the holy ghost my most feral of emotions.
Blackness and silence.
Creep, creeping cyclically down the double-trouble helix of my burning bone marrow, the inch-worm ambles ably.
But its the frozen fires that consume my radical essence of doubt and destitution.
Never was there a greater solemn isolation in this ion prison she created by her lips on mine.
Nothing ever felt so dreadfully divine.
One taste.
One nibble.
One lick.
A trick of the mind that left my right aorta palpitating,
frothing with the spent misgivings of another enchanted Thursday's communion
with the winnowed spirits riding high their draft ponies beyond the astral plane
I knew these folk.
They were my kin
Yet I was the lynch-pin to their untimely demise
The end of tomorrow closed the purse-strings on my roots
I held up the primordial ancestry to great esteem
until she forced it down the manhole of my mind
Salt over an open wound it was, they were, we cried together
Till the swollen eyes and ears shed all their bitter tears
Left steaming
tssssss!
The heat scorches fresh scar tissue
you were my warm and welcomed band-aid
but it was violently ripped from my skin
and with a scream doth ended this insane dream
The oaken door slams deliberately shut
I jolt up in bed and gaze lovingly down at the family tree resting quietly in the palm of my right hand
The left pressed tightly to my heart
I pray a prayer of Shangri-la on this frosty night
with my third eye frozen wide across the dusty horizon of first light.
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