Metaphoric Richness

He smiles at me. As though the weight Of psychedelic visions Were insubstantial And inconsequential; A trivial thing. Broad-shouldered emotions Mushroom through Organic momentum To greet my pain, A throbbing haze That is my post-script. Narcotic serenity Wraps around my brain, Slurring everything In my tilt-a-whirl scene, Until the funhouse Sweeps me away. I feel myself shrinking Like Alice In Wonderland, But I am not afraid Of the beautiful myriad, Understanding how addictive Compulsiveness can be. Opulent pleasure Invades my space, Stinging reality With a new perspective, Numbing submission In a morphine choke-hold. Sound and color bend, A sensational delight Of exotic flairs And pendulums humming; It’s unlike anything I’ve known Except for his smile.