how it seems inside the thought
how it feels inside the moment
like a mirage in this desert
surreal.
come here, he said
first there was smoke between us
then air
then
smoke blended into tongues
erasing thin boundries
and as the emissions from what was lit
fell into the arms of the night
as it disappeared
nothing was between us
at all.
we crossed a line we can’t re-construct
self conquered.
the wavy lines of our heat
makes it appear
alternately
perfect or wrong.
and i need the morning to come
so i can see by the light of another sun
what this is when the brightness dims….