While the world is trying to reach us
We abandon the spectre of time
And scratch each other’s itches
Salaciously.
Together in satin scenes,
Flowing deep in silken streams,
We hope they will
Snatch us from gravity’s pull.
We sink into these magic hours,
Stoned under coverlets of dreams.
While outside thunders leaden showers,
No water leaks in through the seams…
Surrounded like a snake
By suffocators of reality
We shed each other’s skins
Coiled in twists of content.
Angels dance from her fingertips,
Twirling in nascent currents.
The world outside is dissolute
It wails and spatters.
It sneers in through silver panes
It wants none of what we have, the miscreant;
It wants only to breathe its grimy breath.
But we are resolute.
In fact we are ebullient.
The haze of incense, the heat of bodies,
Our world is infinitesimal.
We cavort under our big top; our tipi;
Our tableclothed Elysium.
We dance through each other’s minds
Twirling golden ribbons
Behind us like shooting stars.
We soar through subconscious clouds
And smile at forbidden sunlight
Splashed across our faces.
And we sink back slowly
Listening to the fading showers
We sink back slowly
Into these magic hours.
We abandon the spectre of time
And scratch each other’s itches
Salaciously.
Together in satin scenes,
Flowing deep in silken streams,
We hope they will
Snatch us from gravity’s pull.
We sink into these magic hours,
Stoned under coverlets of dreams.
While outside thunders leaden showers,
No water leaks in through the seams…
Surrounded like a snake
By suffocators of reality
We shed each other’s skins
Coiled in twists of content.
Angels dance from her fingertips,
Twirling in nascent currents.
The world outside is dissolute
It wails and spatters.
It sneers in through silver panes
It wants none of what we have, the miscreant;
It wants only to breathe its grimy breath.
But we are resolute.
In fact we are ebullient.
The haze of incense, the heat of bodies,
Our world is infinitesimal.
We cavort under our big top; our tipi;
Our tableclothed Elysium.
We dance through each other’s minds
Twirling golden ribbons
Behind us like shooting stars.
We soar through subconscious clouds
And smile at forbidden sunlight
Splashed across our faces.
And we sink back slowly
Listening to the fading showers
We sink back slowly
Into these magic hours.
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