Mirage

a tiny prism on your lashes

blinked into oblivion 

like a tear the size of a spider’s footprint

throwing rainbows on your cheeks

won’t you tell me what you’re thinking of

perchance the tiny raindrops misting down

faces in the rain, laughing and killing 

the uneven streets tripping your feet

tiny prisms throwing shapes 

a hint of a hand, of a finger or foot 

I see them severed in the rain suspended, 

droplets like blood, breathtaking, beautiful, a wall of mirage 

won’t  you tell me what you’re thinking of 

thus, so, the clouds rain down upon our heads 

images of terror, seen in the night 

bared to the light of day 

and so the clouds bleed upon us,

a tiny prism in your lashes 

throwing rainbows on your cheek, 

smallest speck of imagined blood 

I should welcome you to my madness and yet, 

the clouds are bleeding for the both of us

(c) 2013