I Dream, I Think, I Ponder

I dream about your eyes, the scorching sun behind a tranquil aged tree, the flecks of viridian clashing with the lonesome star in the obsidian sky.

I think about your heart captured inside a cage of multiplying butterflies. And your walked on smile, the crooked path leading to the ends of Earth.

I ponder on your hair and it’s medicated effect of spirals and Alice and the Wonderland Cheshire Cat laughing in between the vines.

I paved the words on your tongue, the sticky pot of honey dipped in pillows of plushy marshmallows. The rhythm of your voice, casting a spell all around with its black magic induced aura. Killing and reproducing.

I see your hands wholesome and open, the course rugged lines of your unspoken words. The clasping of werewolf veins and vampire dripping blood. The alcohol tendencies of your sober and the drug induced of actuality.

But I dream, I think and ponder on the scorching sun, tyrant of the night and flecks of viridian emulsified in your tragic life.