Let This Be All You're Wearing

And Then She…..
 
Let's say  
that we are  
either dreaming  
or we're not.
 
Let's say  
that all  
of this  
is an illusion  
or it's not.
 
Let's say  
that right now  
we are wrapped up  
nestled inside each other  
womb on womb on womb  
until the elephants  
that stand eternally vigilant  
upon their turtles  
fade into an axis mundi,  
a vajra dorje thunderbolt  
that lapses time  
into an event horizon  
the moment  
of our climaxed  
periwinkle sky.
 
Let's say  
we lie  
inside the circle  
of an infinite being  
of projected augmentations,  
only to find  
that we have become  
the figment  
of a starchild's lost illusions,  
built of dust  
and strewn like wings  
amongst a storm cloud  
filled with stains.
 
Would I kiss you any less,  
or touch you not the deeper  
knowing that our moment  
in the cosmos lasts  
but just a brief and brimey  break  
until the castles  
all are gone?
 
So,  
stop  
and be  
with me,
and we will rest  
after the 10,000th time,  
and then our bodies  
we'll retire  
to a grave  
that well deserves  
the twilight  
of our jest.
 
Let me,  
and you…..please…..
be here  
with me.
 
Now.
 
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