Surrealistic

a droplet of you
traces a trail through my palm,
your nebulous veins pulsing
to the heat, to the beat
of some unseen star.
I hold you up to the galazy,
hoping it will someday compare
to your effervescant surrealism.
Melting time,
that's what happens when you hold me,
and angelic wings enfold me,
softening the blow of your
slow destructiveness.
kiss me once for goodbye