echoisms

You are flawless. I want to capture your smile. Take it. Develop it. and watch it darken for a while.. until it is crisp as a new spring dawn, biting like some faerie faun, youthful and mischievous as the winter wind on my windowpanes.

You clutter and rattle like ice, in vodka, in a plastic cup. No glass to tinkle gracefully against; you are without decorum but joyous in your inelegance I want to drink up all the liquid around you and suck on you until you melt.

I love the way the world is hyper-real when you're drunk. Beads glisten as if water coated, ears ring as if silence is too much, the wrinkles on my skin are countless, and shiny... and my love for you is endless, and all the more blinding.

I saw her face light up like a lampshade, red lava globules rising to float like apples in her cheeks, glowing as though a globe were behind the skin. Her pale eyes in a pale face shone, fringed by sooty, crumbling lashes. She didn't look at you; the beam between your body and her eyes was a tightrope, over which her soul clambered, desperately clutching at the thread hanging from your sleeve - one fiber short of reaching you.

Look around you. Run your eyes over the dark river, deep in its canal. The swathes of light shine on it. Look at the city towers, framing a dome which is your night-time vision. See the stadium, a showy network of ever-changing, colored lights. Observe that, and think, as you always have, how it's hulking form looks like a pin-cushion nestled into the foot of the soaring skyscrapers. Now walk. Pass bicycle racks, neon signs in your periphery as you pace your city's streets. Take a right-angled turn at every intersection you meet. Left, right. Ascend the incline on Lonsdale, descend the decline on Exhibition. This city is big enough to los

You're thin, warm, lightweight. Pallid features, eyes of blue agate. When in that thinness, clutching at my hand, I heard a small voice I could barely understand - you said "I love you" like clear, warm day. But my throat caught, something got VERY in the way. Because I cannot feel, I cannot see, when she trusts in you, and she trusts in me and everything is just so very contradictory. You are the very only soul that I cannot love for free, because you are the very only soul who cannot, but does, love me.

She always had a different sense of things Ready to change, ready to move A tensile sort of vacancy in the way she Sat, and stared Forever receiving life in a way Quite different to your own She was never afraid Of the search The flight, or the fall But she never found her home

Iridescence Captured, false-hope-givingly In your eyes And I believe now I believe now, in your lies Osmer-essence Fluid flow through gated pupil Fans re-ascending, blending Like sunbeams into skies And then the lashes hem descending Black and oiled and upward bending To say this was a shut, a closure Would be wrong That gold-dust lid instills a thrill in me Some sort of song I don't know what you're saying But your mesmer-eyes Have got me swaying And I don't know who I am anymore.

So tell me – where do I find you? At the corner where you threw your past behind you? Out on the banks of the trickling brook, where the elm-leaves brandished their twigs as they shook, and you read aloud with a voice so clear, nothing ever seemed to be so near, from a battered and worn, tarnished and shorn, broken and tattered book. You said it held the meaning of life in its pages. Every worthwhile story from all of the ages. So I listened to you as you brushed back my hair and read with that voice that stood still in the air, watching faded memories ebb and recede into caverns at the back of my mind, not to heed the c

I lick my wrist. The sweet taste there is you. You've left chocolate crumbs all over me; tiny patches of brown glue. How it sticks - to understand, I could not begin. If it melts in the warming sunlight, why does it not melt on my skin? I think it must be that: I'm cold. I have a blister on my thumb. In a sense, my reign of love was over before begun. So. I sit, kiss the brunette marks away, muse how you leave your presence on me - and think 'this is enough for today.'