Kiss of the Sphinx
Long becomes short,
small becomes big,
riddles under my skin.
Paradoxical stars,
truth begins.
Love flares and fizzles
out.
Silent enigma,
you held my hand until sand
engulfed.
Bland my eyes became until refraining
ceased.
My teeth screech across a cherry dessert.
Broken becomes whole,
complete I weep,
blood seeps from my eyes till I see.
What is me?
An empty vase contains
-You-
perhaps.
Creeping,
I slump to a jagged ledge,
plummet and cross an abyss,
arriving at spherical heavens.
Armageddon requires action.
Repentant fractions of dust,
intuitions fruition leads.
Death becomes Divine
-SPACE-
allowing life to grow deaf
to fate
until tall bears witness
and weeps.
But together we can sleep.
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