Hold your breath...
we're descending into billows of darkest violet;
in all its hidden majesty, it cautions us yet.
A dank mist, an inquisitive palm presses against your cheek,
a hollow liquid air explores your lungs.
wary arm extends, hand reaches...
leads your eye
to inky black drapes of midnight
that ripple with a forsaken song,
wary of you as well
and daring you to disregard.
You and I drift with silent caution through a thick and clingy haze
awakening now and then to soft screeches of the unknown
gently aware of a wandering specter
winding, searching, peering around and through...content...
And another, crooning a drowsy duet,
drawing out a dreamy shiver in two fleeting dwellers
of fleeting consciousness
and modest curiosity.
Deeper and deeper the darkness,
more freely we melt into it.
A wide-eyed, searching touch
one last human grasp
carry me once again back through the mists
should I lose myself
in twilight crypts.