Specks of dust, encrusted crown-
Portrait of the living with
My head upon your knee, so that I may be forgiven.
Jewels tumble to your feet, aqua blue with being strangled
And entangled in your ring-less fingers’ greedy grasp.
I breathe golden embers, glowing and pulsing
Infatuated with the drug that presents a gift for me to bear.
Upon my shoulders, the weight of a heavy silence
My head throbbing with echoes of stories, times, places, dreams
Frozen solid like oil, waxing and waning in short bursts
Rhythms pounding with desperation.
Classical opera ringing in my ears like a dainty bell
Time for tea, dinner, breakfast, lunch, tea.
A gentle sip is all I need; just one intake of that perfume.
Slender wrists for eyes, glinting cloak for hair
Ebony musk for breath and poppies for blood.
Gentle swaying of a breeze, I feel it in my fingertips
Kissing them so lightly, grazing my face and lips
And it slides over my body and I’m adrift
Sailing through my mind with nothing but an empty casket.
I am ever so lethargic.
Stretch deep and feel.
Feel it slipping away.
Live a warm, dizzying feeling of calmness.
Be the lamb who settles down.