Disquieting

DISQUIETING moonblued crooks stoneblack built granite rough shadows sliced thin adorned in fleece flossed films drinking sour grapes from acid cups diced moon rinds with a meagre shine yawped vaunting thoughts of nymphatic cold visions that hold no pairing decisions starving fantasies deplete desperate food for thought seagreened darkpurpled dreaming we were perfect and we were…. we didn’t hear or see the fear bubbles about to break we rose with caution toward the skies and died satisfied © Kim van Breda-25 September 2015