few notes on love

1.  
she denied the fortitude of her intuition
and the resolution of my posture.
she draped a heavy tarp
over the complex sincerity in my eyes
by asking.
by asking out loud,
forgetting that in love
language is corrupted by words
the ambiguity of my answer
broke the spell of our stolen bubble.
the imperfected edges of spoken letters
shattered our crystalline sphere,
leaving shards too sharp to hold
even in memory.
 
Mae must move on.
To do so , I must only be a liar.
 
 
 
2.
floating between firmly staked feet  
and the angelic destruction of reason,
I roamed the hallowed corridors  
of a crossed sectioned world.
my peers were the pixies
that whisper in the ears of artists.
although alone
I was in love.
my love spoke to me in song,
and often enough
that its radiance took form.
the form became so all-encompassingly beautiful
that i became but a sound
for it to express herself by.
so seductive was her tone  
that dirt married air,
dreams bonded with awaken
to becoming.
I was contained within my skull
and skin
while retaining the impossible infinity.
grounded enough to take inventory
I thanked my twenty years of divided cells
to sustain me
until I found this, my first life.
my freshly found senses peaked
all at once
crippling and mobilizing  
every excited electron  
revealed by the apocalyptic trumpet  
of familiar music.
she spoke
 
her name was Shira.
 
 
 
3.
stings
THATS VOMIT!
i know what vomit is
i can form words to describe thoughts
FEELS GOOD.
way too much
coming back
BACK WHERE?
behind these windows, feels familiar
do you recognize the limbs below?
vaguely
THEY FEEL GOOD
backtrack
before the annihilation I heard a chant
and before that a wizard-
HE HAD A BOTTLE, IT WAS BUBBLING
wait.
around you more limbs- with faces, KNOW THEM?
no, but feel connected
KNOW YOU?
not yet
BUT I KNOW HER
 
dancing,
wanting me to come to her
the world, even myself unknown
but Rabecca wants me to come to her