Love Is Bubble Blind

I picked you up like a “shiny”…newly minted copper penny (How cliché) it was your kitten fur voice (O how you would hate that) the avocado texture with which …no matter what wild wicked hour I would call you... you would answer You shimmered like sunlight on the forest floor of my needles of neediness glinted off the shiny chrome and twilight blinders of my made to order searing searcher’s soul You were the perfect portent…with your torrents of torment to wash clean my jet and emerald caves Or was it you who found me? White gem silent…hidden behind my poetry in a seat in that Inn I was listening to the hues of blues stenciling the deep red shards of my heart on the unlined pages of a blank black journal I wore cool light blue and soft sheet cotton…like a cloud kissed sky I was... light as air and deep as the sea You became my heroic touchstone…my one true thing sapphire sparked rock of glory I hung you around my neck I yoked myself with the weight of you I hung myself…faithfully to my “cross to bear” -your endless denial of our love You were lithe…thin as a straw…tall as a poplar...white as ash and grey as coal except for the orange hot fire in the center ring …of your cigarette I mistook it for the flames of our unearthly love In truth...it was just the firmament of your eternal coolness reflecting back the stars of my own piercing need so yoked by my own wanton weave …I drove on blindly the ghost of your emotionless carcass still draped around my neck “Leave no man behind” I know you laughed and told them that it was just a fire pit left in the cave by the Queens of the Stone Age (Some loud angry band you loved) less real (to you) but far more ethereal bubble dreamy and ever lost in time (to me) than the newly discovered “writing on the wall” *POP*