The Last Few Days Before Bliss

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