night of nectar
"...Buck 65 passes through a series of fantastic visions including a lake of shapes and a sky full of words and music and culminating with his encounter with his soulmate who possesses exactly the same sized halo and whose presence provides him with the epiphanal revelation that "you are the space in between my exhales." [sumo kaplunk]
she met a boy.
chance and time
overlapped by a hair's breadth
touched her soul to his
on a night when peach skies
could soak your soul.
spun together
the will of Clotho was
hidden
(beneath the sheets of wrong lovers)
only to bear fruit
in stories
& parallels
-we ran in our lives.
apart from concrete existence
one night was abstracted
and we-
sponged in potion of
caffeine&cranberry,
words like stars,
dovetailing phantasy-
lost ourselves for those hours.
(you knew me
before
our eyes ever met.)
on the thread of an evening
in prunus persica,
we dangle,
with Atropos looming
in sardonic wait
for our silver lining
to rust.
but we will breathe
we will breathe.
le beau ideal
will shrink the distance-
the suture of our souls
will stay wet
in the night of our sweet nectar.