The failure of glass...

The failure of glass
Upon the passing of fingertips.
The sharp sound of its crash
Onto manila linoleum.
Drugged am I, every time
I make eye contact with you.
& as we turn & disperse,
I'm left in this scarlet dress.
A screaming trumpet,
Walking the tightrope in a
Publicized parade.
Aftermaths of Oriental bells
Rendering the art of seduction,
Ironic metaphor to my
Sedative gaze
As I brush the jaded grass w/
My now competent
Fingertips & fade
Into the violet tongues
Of those sugarless clouds.
A flute enters stage
Uncontrollably & dives in for
The theft of a metallic kiss.
It's a Hollywood romance &
I'm stuck somewhere between
Belief & skepticism
For the length of an electric
Pause...
An ageless famine.





Aphrodite bleeds into frame
W/waterfall arms & a cataract
Of pain as I feel my heart
Begin the welts
Of love's legendary fame!