you were on a
man handled carriage
studded with glimmering gold
shining like a sun
solemn in peace as i become
filled with the rooting vegetation of any
of the men that stare at you, blinding me,
causing the eclipse, you force your eyes to me.
you are a decoration for the populace
like a toy that comes
to life when people are away.
all there is
is to be
you stand in front of them all, clothed in
extravagant jade and silk,
face powdered by the inclination to let people use
their imagination -
a defense tactic.
you throw off your clothes,
leaving wonder for all those people right
there crumpled on the wooden ancient
floor as you sprint away from it
and it's jade and silk shadows.
as you sneak around the corner, there is he, sitting,
blinded by you, the sun,
admiring the new wonders in darkness which
shroud over his eyes,
you burn through all his senses as you stand in
front of him, existing.
tears, the new sense, he resurfaces like a
baby bird hatching from an egg,
crying for help with confusion and fear as he slowly learns
what it feels like to feel.
as you take his prehensile hand,
the long prehensile souls
collections of particles
and pixels on a page like the leaves
to the trees and the
trees to the forest,
feel the void of the universe being
stretched, filled up with the pressure of infinite
mathematical paradoxes as love contradicts physics.