Ah, They Are Here

Ah, they are here, un-still and un-relentless. They kept whirling and glowing, with great lushness and rhythm, offering aroma of strange time— into the pellucid metamorphic rock of my head, among the fictitious thin threads of life. Hmm, they wear no clothes, at all, yet their sultry eyes were cornflower blue! Taper flames dance with my heart; my starwars stained, darken. Oh, I should, yes, I should perceive of how I will be slumbering with them when love comes in the night that never complains …and not where these thoughts will be etched!