BLOODSTREAM
l move my way upwards to ground myself to you, red flushed to my face marbling the veins I match with you, violet rays pigmenting the ancient lineage beneath my skin so the cryptograms of red shift to higher hues, I caught your sight blinked in a thousand seconds matched with mine so the mystery in brown sees the history in the ocean’s blues,
Deep in the troughs of oceanic memories, dreams of primordial time ingrained in the formation of the sand, browned with frustration through the crusts perforation into the mantle’s core, in rhythmic thrust, I feel, I feel [..] I absolutely can, I can make the mountains, I can make the land, I can make the water that commands the air, I can make the trees release oxygen through the chlorophyll in their leaves — breathing the sunlight in through its deepest green, while the fungi distribute phosphorus into the roots creating a cycle of phosph-fatest harmony. The bloodstream connecting one element to the other, like neurons and synapses sharing knowledge of their form and differences in their being, creating a body swirled together of two fish swimming to become the vesica and the pisces ,
The nostalgic romance of a childhood dream in a tale told by the imagination glanced from page to page in hypnotic trance, words traced and entangled in my blood’s makeup linked to your origins upon first glance, instantly submerged in the memories of the timespan created between each blink — the human eye mimics film faced shuttering capturing emotions not even the camera can perceive, pulled out of a headspace of incepted dreams we move all desires down to swim seamlessly through our feet from motions of past lives to digital emoticons in present day technology, one, two, three letters written to you, blood merged with black ink hoping this dove will deliver it with my passion still burning in the words I written to you [..] dreams paced through nights of heavy sweat, tension, and longing, I drift to sleep.. breath in, breathe out, stillness settles in as I anticipate our bodies merging,
I see your innocent face, I see your heightened chemically stimulated body, I see my hands grasped around yours musing over the songs of your coiled hair and eyes that have played throughout the building of the soil, I planted the crops of forgiveness and peace just to see visions of my wife picking at deceased roses, wondering how long she and I will continuously share our breath’s mating. I see the future of the land and the sky soiled in hypnotic helixes of synaptic waves bent in like refracted light through cos, sine and tangent in the ages of terraforming, bright green upon the peripheral fluorescent wavelengths coddling dew of the first second to last morning creating newness in our brief 1 to 2 minute long conversations, just enough for time to pass by for a moment on earth creating the mountainous land I met with fond eyes every sunrise and sunset, “How’s beauty doing today? Does she know what she looks like this morning or is she still playing dead in bed?”
In reflection of the eyes I hold that no longer haunt me, by ending the destruction to my own form aged in a metamorphic twilighted sleep, mo ‘anam cara’ was always present within my bloodstream.
