Flecks of reflective electric confetti

Open lungs, like a dragons wings,
send me falling endlessly into the wind
and fire. I dream backwards, I wake up naked.
Eventual mirror swivels vacillate,
exposing massive expanses of elaborate
blackness, speckled with
flecks of reflective electric confetti.
In contrast, the sweltering seascape splashes
it's fantastical weaving of temperature
and tension. Golden hairs sprout sanguine
and celebratory. Underneath the dense damp
dirt clusters, frothing with anticipation,
a tunnel delves, inside a shadowed corner.
Dipping fingertips in liquid glass,
reinventing lust and longing, antlers pour up
and out the furniture. A delicate twist
pulls an entire body up out of the clutching
grasp of death. We are ongoing, immortal.
Cold nights fill and overflow with the warmth
of this gesture. Our agony is a portal,
a language. I invite excruciation. I derive
a flaming bird, uplifting from the turbulent
surface. I swoon into endless spirals.
I resume fluid tuneless movements
through the fragmented
fields of this accidental existence.

Wratherly

Unravelling the tattered edge of my faded green sweater sleeve for you, I slept under seventeen thousand layers of filament, grasses grew from underneath my brow, flowers bloomed, the earth shook into itself, trembling with trepidation. Inside a white pulse, ecstatic, I let all the world remember me, I threw up a bucket of squirming color, all over and across the sky, dreaming it wide. Trust and balance in a static sea, held back the instant, made a melted and diminished sequence become crystalline, magnetic, self replicating, and through all the courses, against every instinct, I found the shadows milk. Nothing remembers this, not even the dank wet unfamiliar creature kept in chambers within chambers of your body. I was lucky, as you may have assumed, to derive a mystic formula from underneath the warm enveloping ocean. I was lucky, but also arrogant, and lost pieces of myself in there. Now my child roars, calling me back and back against the wall behind the furniture. I tunnel in, looking for solvents, trying to equalize the pressure at such a depth as to entirely obliterate ideas. I dreamed myself towards you, through that underwater passage, getting caught on jagged edges, but relaxing throughout, and soon a wilderness emerged, quiet at first, and then uproarious, devastating, unrestrained, and cavalier. Riding her smooth back, lifting me from those tireless depths, I was carried towards the surface lovingly, deposited languidly upon her stable shores.