i step aside--into the corner of this waking dream
surrendering all sense of line
allowing my captive self to linger
voracious--blurred by shadowed edges grey
intent upon the breaking of the glass mask and tower walls
no weave of fabric holds
no structure
you circle my breath
following the maze of electric borealis
as the mandrake bores into the damp earth of waiting
deep
deeper
deepest
base of spine
deeper
deepest
base of spine
touching
the blending fuck of scorched souls arching into this mandarin moment
pressed and open
hanging taunt with hands upon my back
chaos melts
fractal light bends into the surge of heat and saged ache
quiver
tangle
tangle
hold
hold
hold
holding
for the wash and rush of sacred water over the tattered silver edges
from my corner
i quietly watch--blinded by the collide
quenched by broken delight
winter white intimacy