Blinded

Could ocean waves feed my delirium?
If he controls the tide,
The tide controls the moon.
She holds me in her grip and asphyxiates.

White powder suffocates.
Smoke smothers me into well-done delirium.
I am charred and broiled by him.

Serve me as the main course.
Serves me right-

To fall into shattered windowpanes
and find my paralysis held in scarred arms.

Those eyeballs- sky-seared and luminous-they hide things.
They speak truth but smile elfish grins upon my soul.

I am known to be the dreamer.
I shuffle cards and read.

But I read only what I wish to believe.
I believe in purity of blue.

And I shouldn't trust him.
But he coos and coddles me.

I wish for the earth to stretch herself and embrace us
She will inherit us and exhibit us.
She will overjoy herself with us and kiss lips goodnight.

White powder blinds me.
It clouds my vision and hides him from me.

My tongue bleeds from time to time.
It bleeds when I look behind me.
I must look behind when blinded by his powder gaze.

I choke from bliss.
I curdle the milk and babies cry from this.

I cry only from her design and her tapestry.
My tears saturate the silken threads on occasion.
Occasionally, I find myself in the sublime.

Let's swim.
I think I will swim.
We will swim together by the light of his eyes.

His eyes wind me up and over the tide
and could carry me to closure.