the last few days before bliss

Written by: robert sciasci


the center collapses
the density of suffocation merges
we feast on bitter blood
caged in these last few days

just before
the shot rings out
the pendulum traces eternity across our backs
we put our fingers in to reassure us

the wheel itself emerges
through coupled hands we dream

spooning on the bed
the wheel of years turns our tails to heads
in the echo of scales, eyes like eyes
coils slipping through lashes
embracing light