left your sweet smiling face in my rearview mirror,
called it a day, slipped out of this 3rd sunset
and into your deadly nightshade.
“datura!”, i call to the sky yet she cannot listen.
the cracks in my vocal cords
cause inaudible phonation,
unpenetrating to her thick intoxication.
intercepted tones reverberate through my roots,
transmitting agonizing chills
across that which twines ligaments to bones.
where were you so many moons ago?
quarter, half, full, new, red, blue,
waxing, waning; she eclipses the sun.
i lodge my being,
a foolish attempt to cleanse her turbidity,
only to arrive mantled in self-inflicted despondency.
she drops her veil against lumen’s abundance,
a hasty attempt to uphold the air of composed humility
fearing starlight’s crisp clarity.
soma, tainted by her taste,
her quivering lip, her perfumed sighs.
fixated i am,
her dripping tap calling attention to decoy.
“oh temptress, be brave and shut your dam!”
yet she cast her magic on another,
doubtful to be the last time.
you snag and tear my viscera,
an attempt to bleed my life force,
and quench your famished childhood thirst.
recoil your overgrown tendrils,
bar the dam!
undefined moments overdue
i am saturated.
mistakenly,
i offered up my earth bound flesh
to carelessly drown.
temporarily saddened,
she wraps her weighted amulet around my ankles and
bids me adieu.
while i plummet to a rayless situation,
air molecules escape
the boundaries of my mouth,
compressing my existence into one potentized
moment of central importance.
marked by the vacillating shape shifter,
i tow the remaining beats of my heart off the
inundated floor and hold it against the hollow,
where it’d belonged before.
the venom has ceased coursing,
and in this stillness, i’ve surrendered.
i sing out again
this time to a place within,
where language is non-essential;
the harp strums out my quintessential.
i fetch my breath and choose reanimation,
as this is no time for biodegrading.
