Skies Of Violet

We swim through a sea of bricks

We tread lightly across the feet of spring

Grasping tightly onto the curtails of a German speaking cockroach
Masquerading as a butler

We dance upon the skeletal remains of the cricket wearing a back-brace

We kiss the blood laden sand;
Blow stars into the heavens

Under the radiant half-eaten sky lies the shattered remnants of my pleasure

We tiptoe graciously around the mismatched socks of the headless rabbit
As he lay sleeping under the broken stars of dawn