my eyes
opened
too early
this morning
as the
overwhelming
desire
to run my tongue
along your sorrow
to let
you
infuse your beauty
so that every
taste bud
carries a
reflection of
your magnificence
carrying a hint of
the storm
brewing
at the edge of
your horizon
where the darkness
flickers
to tinge
the sunlight
in glimmering
swatches of
ultraviolet
fractures
bending light
until the
photonic array of
potential dismay
fries the
audacity
in this
optic nerve
for trying to
capture
the glory
inherent
in feasting upon
your sleeping form
all i seek
is to fall back
asleep
to find myself
in this
recurring
dreamstate
where
wish and reality
are easily
exchangeable
concepts
able to
manifest themselves
as this
too large
bed of faded hope
feels like
a lead lined casket
filled with the
irradiated
madness of need