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
