#mystery of things

26/09/15

And in your hands I am
undone

Two hands that come
swimmingly out of the shoal
Plastic glasses and fuchsia light
brightdulled eyes and an opportunity to seize
And his hands seize me
closecut chin stubblechops
fiery lips and Fierceness
in them
Finding each other
barely blind

And in your hands I am
undone

A thrumming baseline
surges
and fractured shouts, words never even logged are shared, surge/yo digits digits noturnthisway dartdart nod nod
but a confidence leapt to like a teleport
- wary of hearts connected by golden threads (nearby)
But something surges the need; or hindsight makes me sentimental
Either way it’s away, the rube goldberg that is
nosotros, I guess,
And the threads tremble and fray but their story is elsewhere; my heart frays.

A dark stranger takes more, and it’s there
to take
given
in a surge of fumes and fuchsia light.

And in your electricity I am undone.

And now I’m here
And the night is mine

Weird Things In My Bedoom #7