Fantasy

Like most beautiful things
you are haunted
and wounded
and I flinch
gasp
when
your soul spills
out of your control
like a maddening
ocean of mystery

like a wild fire
of dancing dragons
glorious in the wind
and devastating
to the earth
suffocating beneath their
passions and furys
-like a soft smile
incessant for
blood and magic

a thousand years
of spells and potions
that read
eat me
drink me
bury me
in a twilight garden
like a bundle of letters
hypnotized by lovedrunk
skeletons
and
a figment
of this clouded
imagination

how lovely it is
that you still find yourself
sharing your secrets
with the moon
and wishing on stars
when the sky has
swallowed up
all of her mercy
and left us orphaned
in this seamingly endless
peerless
darkness