crystalline opiate

sometimes your face is so clearly engraved
in my memory that i can almost feel
the butterflies make their way to my eyes
as you look at me through yours.

in an out-of-focus world i could not
ask for a view more crisp than this - standing
at the chandellier peak of the new ground
we have softly broken.

your coldplay-lyric tongue sillhouetted
against my fingertips of charcoal blurs
and smudges and creases and scratches on
the curves in your name,

i can't remember when last i craved to
etch a word so deeply on my lips - do
you recall the last time blood tasted like
something surreal?

it's in the glow of the surface of the
water against the sheen of you painting
under a spotlight - it's in the sky, it's
in the sky,

it's in the way you
close your
eyes.