stare

i stare in mirrors, bloodshot eyes, dangerous motions make me sick. weightless i fall into the distant memory of myself. i remember baby hands and soft eyes, lucid dreams of alter egos. when the thoughts come to me, my love becomes fiction. it is teeth with fear, it is legs and lust, it has motion and it screams. jaguars riping into skin, blood lust, prey in the mouths of desire. everything swollen, my lips read sign language, the body is dialog. i sink into yr teeth, riping every layer apart, my hands become the portal to yr love land. worn out, i am drunken butterflies spiraling. this is the story we write on. relativity has theory, complex symbolism in yr dress, cross eyed, sipping tea, watching time prespire, every woman is the moon, heavy, cold, weightless...spinning mindlessly in circles through the ether.