basking

we kill the mundane with every beat and resurrect it in every breath, only to have it die again.

children speak their truth, under the glaring sun spotlight.
young lizards at high noon on quiet Mondays playing peek-a-boo with reality.
the beads of sweat necklace disguises itself as glitter.
casting prisms on hands, testing toes for a pulse post overdose of vitamin D and pheromones
allowed to waft freely in the temperamental breeze.

bats sleep and butterflies dance between the teeth of the dragon;
SNAPS with ill intentions, diverted into lavish distractions and perversions.
bending innocence under the weight of observation. the tears of possibility collect
in the pink poppy bowl. the garden corrupted and baptized by lightening;
the tongue of fire tastes of temptation.

we melt the penetrating fingers of a frigid nobody while feeding from pomegranate nipples!
laid out wet on drying chairs. "Nobody knows my Name, Nobody is my Name"
screams echo off the rustling trees. bathing in the central strain of anticipation;
tasting the dirt of her soul, sucking teeth in satisfaction.

undulating in a vat, dyed the color of hubris. dripping wet piled limb high
only to dunk and pile until satisfied, the spinning sisters unravel their weaving.
feeble fingers entangled in the knotted tapestry, deconstructing free-will. failing
to fight the disillusion of fate.

i've smeared the future into the face of the past and tasted the seeds;
embellished in the crust, present of the serene.