Aria Fantasia

my eyes are swollen red

a blissful tragedy

just don't take them away: my friends

are paper thin

thin as

air

they spiral and drop and rain and pour and they hurt me so

i can't quit you

i don't want to

I just want you

the princes of the page

darlings of the drama

killers in crime

and painters in publications

saints of sagas

manila monsters

triology traitors and

Ghosts

My ghosts

but now they're your ghosts

because they are in your head

bleeding through your fingertips

inky goddesses

my spiderweb fingers tangled in your warm dewdrops of sunny ecstasy

Power.

Without wisdom, bliss

Without ignorance, wonder

i cannot live without twenty-six slashes of ink

their children blending seemlessly into a taj mahal of smoke