The dizzy lights hang over our eyes as,
we see through the thick dim haze.
The vision is fading in and out between,
quickened breaths and troubling pulse rates.
You have blue eyes,
but an azure blue,
the gentle kind.
The charming freckle,
above your upper lip,
flexes when you grin,
creasing over to the left side of your mouth.
And by this point,
the giggles possess us,
devour our embedded souls,
disposing of our wasted needs,
and consuming our bloody, enriched voices.
Burnt desires blend the mutual, overwhelming sensation.
The liquid emotions are harmonizing and,
bind the brutal pieces of you and me together as,
you touch the side of my face,
feeling for some sort of comfort,
some sign that you’re still here,
sitting in my basement,
butt on the cold cement floor.
We’re not floating away from life,
only leaving it for a little while,
escaping the bitter sanity of our minds.
Bowie’s soft voice,
pliable against my rough skin
hums to us in the background,
whispering the silent whirring of
endless numbing into my right ear,
while,
in front of me,
behind you,
the plum color on the wall screams at me,
spitting onto my forehead.
Then I watch as,
the tan on your flesh melts away,
and your once cordial blue eyes go a salty, splintering stream of crimson.
The haze is now slipping away,
through our sweaty fingers,
before eventually disappearing to an eternity.
We’re sucked back in,
and trapped in our heads,
running in place,
chasing ourselves out of breath.
And then after about a lifetime or two,
the depression hits,
and we can’t brace the reality of the day,
because its far too terrifying,
to live in a world,
where nothing is a dream,
and all my tears are real.
We wake up now,
afraid of what could be.