We are

We brandisha tidal wave of tiredness and emotiongazing into eyes that’ve long belongedsomewhere else:learning loving as a process,like birth and death.Between you and methere is no beginning and no endwe are an old testament of swirling cloud,thunder spat from God’s lipsto land sizzling on sticky summer tarmac;we’re as incomprehensible as naturewith nowhere left to gobetween the inhalation of our breath.In this English autumn we’reescaping to lost continentsreturning to deserts of our imaginationwhere a brown river flows, as it always will.Between the presumptionof others & the declaration of our piecewe are enamelled jewels hanging on the living breathof the universe, as it lives us.We are lost in the mesmerism of our lovelike opiated Emperors sensuality dripping from our fingersa perfumed bath of opulence to drown in.In struggling to resurfacewe try to obtain reality, but failleaving shell shocked dependants& past loves writhing at our feet.We are blind in our splendouromnipotent in our need& naked for the first and last time.