escapist mind vacation

jazz fusion of sensations without feelings or phones

Original Photo by Gage Walker (Source: Unsplash)

she sips attention — defuses
tension without a scruple
of remorse//
(for a moment)
she forgets what it’s like
to be alone

floating on broadened horizons
in night sky (with diamonds)//
winded words and
(weightless) moments
linger in air like droplets
frozen//
he feels her essence —
a vascular rhythm —
(jazz) fusion of
sensations without
feelings (or phones)

riding the waves of an
escapist mind vacation
(composed by Miles Davis)//
eyes dilated — time striated
into adjacent strands —
like her golden locks
of golden-brown molasses//
time passes — diminishing chances;
and neither liquid inspiration,
nor psychoactive action can help
him solve the puzzle of her//
locked (ticking clock)
cardiac organ