Aquarium

Apr 17, 2008

Aquarium





You've convinced me our endeavors are fruitless.

This landscape is an aquarium, painted, like a slow pirouette across the sky.

I gave forth my hand in conscious vanity.

A blending, pseudo reality, fertile escape between our flesh.

Like the crescent, it is only prosperous within a mile of the soil it needs to feed.

Blowing, sideways, this fevered and torn breeze, reminds me of the shackles ive anonymously bound myself too.

Deviance, like a lost loves eulogy, plays at the memory of the tickle inside my elbow.

Theres a fragile break in my voice, a pause to exhale flashbacks from my breath.

A chalk outline on the bedsheets, to fill in the blank when your in need.

Im less naive then i used to be, truth is a two way mirror, looking out you are blind, staring in they can see.

Frost on my fingertips, the fractures that turned to ice, liquid crevices hardening this lust.

In my aquarium, thoughts condense like rain against a windowpane, droplets of all my fumbling experiments in the dark.

Im trading circumstantial war stories of past lovers, this tour of my glass cell is past due to fade.

I am chosen to let the echo of your heartbeat pulse through my bones.

With this space inbetween, the faultline goes unseen.

Dare me to inhale, take in lungs of fluid and let my mind go silent for a moment, a smudge in this paradoxical retreat.

In the heat, removing this parapet, open my eyes in illumination, wishful imagination in my aquarium.