you sit beneath me in butter-cup trees,
life constructed out of paper boxes and
simple cardboard paper cranes,
you look up from the book in your hands
pages all melted together from the clam
of your delicate palms, eager to go from
chapter to chapter without so much as a
break to breathe in-between the melodies
of vampires and werewolves and love and
lust and life and death and beauty and the
fire blazing in the pads of your fingers

your heads tilts, a globe on its axis, and
words bubble at the bones of your back
and I smile and you smile and the whole
world smiles back at us like the sunshine
in the middle of winter, lighting up the
sky with rainbows forgotten in February
like puppies lost in the deep black sea

you open your mouth and a sigh sings
softly to my ears, like the pulley of an
old stone well in the midst if the Sahara,
ringing with the laughter of seven million
tiny little bells, like the happiness in your
eyes of molten gold and mud and beauty
so very rare, I wonder how it is mine

your lips echo with the sound of your
sweet laughter, and I know that I have yet
again missed something, while lost in your
mesmerizing eyes, two pools glowing in the
noontime sunset high above the desert that
sweeps past the tips of our feet in a sea of
melancholy and monotony and monotone

you close the book slowly, black cover to
black cover kiss gently at your fingertips,
oozing fire and passion as you lay your
precious book to rest on the dying grass
beneath the seat of your faded blue jeans,
and you move next to me, so close that I
can smell the faded flour on your clothes
from the remains of babies slaughtered
all across the deserted gray parking lot

you whisper into my ear like a dying
flower in the last of the morning’s bright
sunlight, soft lips dancing to the beat of
your heart and you grab my hands into
the hands that belong to you, fingers
tangling together like wires on the fences
surrounding us like the borders of the
love we hold so dear, chained to our
necks like the bite of the vampire sweet

you lean in to me like molasses, slow
and smooth and shimmering in the light
of the sun so high above, watching us
with a careful eye, protective over his
children, rifle glued to his fiery hand,
you chuckle softly and whisper my name
I smile and whisper your's before it all
begins, like winter melting into summer

your lips at long last touch mine and we
are one, in mind and spirit and body and
soul and form and light, bounded together
at our very core, atoms like chocolate in the
middle of a churning fire, so molded into
one another that you can’t tell we where,
at one point, separate beings

you pull away and return to your fantasy
world, loosing yourself in the familiar pages
of Times New Roman and love and myths
and I smile and laugh and watch you sitting
there, beneath the burning desert sun with a
backdrop of sand and Joshua trees at your
spine as it arches, trying to burst from within
and you look up at me, tilting your head in
curiosity and confusion, and I just laugh and
laugh and laugh like the bells at your toes
while you stare at me, lost in what appears to
be an inside joke I’ve happened to leave you
out of


so let's fly away like the butterflies do,
caramel and orange and blood waltzing in the
sky, forever and ever in love
so pure it burns like ice