My sweet charade.

`my swirls-*

Saturday, January 28

revisit.

you're awake.

finally. after so long.

you create that little doll (with its tounge sticking out) for me,

the one which haunts me at night.

you create that little doll (with its tounge sticking out),

with the bells on its feet ringing.

ringing especially loud and clear.

you conjure up movies for me,

life in reels and reels of film.

you conjure up movies for me,

scenes stumbling and tumbling onto each other.

a bad production.

you cut pieces of acylic for me,

words in pieces.

you cut and pieces of acrylic for me,

buff them to perfection.

yet the words smudge, not believing their existence.

you paint me pictures,

art in cut outs.

you paint me pictures,

beautiful in gilded frames,

with no glass and no protection.

you grow me flowers,

big and red.

you grow me flowers

in the school garden,

which withered. and pricked.

you even fed me love letters,

fresh and crispy.

you even fed me love letters,

surfeit of it.

what can i say?

i'm sick.

my heart is suffering from indigestion.

i'm getting giddy.

ah, see.

the smoke clouds in.

the lovely..

*cough*

lovel..

*cough cough*

love

*gasp*

clouds of sweet smoke.

my lungs are choking.

i need to clear my mind.

this visit is over.

`swirl me away
12:27 AM