in this hill of sand, a diamond,
in this sugar pile running through my fingers, a thorn
worthwhile, and even the hourglass that
pummels me, it
melts, too,
under the laughter of licked tears.
the specter of love / bleeds through my irises
divides the mind / with her lightning / red bolts
that fiction / on replay / flashes the same scene
the big screen / cerebral / where we
about to kiss / lean
and disintegrate.
we burst, into an expanding circle of flame, our gazes
trapped on opposite sides, unraveling.