The vaults of heaven opened and out marched the immortal dreams of a thousand and one desert heat nights...This dream entraps the liquid memories of the skin, melting the molecules till I am changing shape vaulting to ether, flowing in the slip stream of this thing, in this place where the mute shout and the sick are made whole, I open up the doors where only you may go and we stride unbowed and wild and young meeting the shadows of the girl I used to know and the boy she fell in love with. This place which travels within us, the rush of potential where we go, fleeing with a sudden rush of wings. It is the complete moment settling sweet in my mind, dissolving like rock sugar leaving the memory of fulsome sweetness. I can not turn back from the woman I became and the man you are, hate is a concept they do not understand and they dance slow waltzes around the unsealing cuts of separation. Craving yet fleeing bondage, clinging to the artifice of indifference yet standing soul enslaved. In a second we end the world in a second we create the multiverse. In words unsaid and half truths we are as master thespians letting tears rain only when the curtain falls. Fleet are the seconds of time as they pass by and ensorcel and encircle layer after layer, encounter after encounter each time the bitter bind of pain draws us even tighter in orbit to the other. This time I will not play, I do not lay down for the lions. No one may walk in the sacred places and I lock away the shadows of the sad eyed girl and her insatiable love. Never to return again, a hunger I will never fill, through reams of paper I write a thousand heroes, I exorcise your ghost , with salt and holiest charms I keep you from me. Someday I will stop looking up, someday your shadow will stop falling before me, I am the whole creature and I consume the exquisite nude pain of loosing you. Someday I will lobotomize the silken wrap of pleasure in your hands, the warm caramel of your words, the aching sensation of flight, the frenzied strumming of arched heart strings and that day I will greet the world with out you. Until then I am curled around the safety of high sacred memories, cauterizing the nerves of my exposed soul as I put on my armor and smile in the land of the blind kings. I journey on, a one of two, a one learning one in the border lands where the light of love forgot to fall...
