The buoy of empty promise only holds air for so long

(I sink like a stone to a watery grave)

Nuclear fission of word and meaning

(My own fault, as per usual)

No accounting for the warp of water

(the nitrogen narcosis)

where everything seems to be a delight.

Choked and strangled

from the inside out

by the very element

we’d chosen.

I slithered over the desert

taking millions of years

(remember time? I didn’t think so.)

just to dive in

with you

and die.

©OneLittleFishie 2016

Crimson soaked and dripping wings of joy

I remember you. In her belly with the particles of dust.

The womb of creation where we watched time unfold.

Where we were one. An ancient race created with that lost magic. Ripped apart in such violence that the sorrow stained my soul through the millennium.

I never remembered to what I owed this affliction. A melancholy through the times of grief and joy.

When I gazed upon your smile and reached through your eyes I saw the mirror and recognized myself. My eternal partner, my other half.

I relived the torment of what happened so many eons ago. The pain would be unbearable if not for the exaltation of this reunion!

And in this moment I felt healed. As though time began again. The wrongs forged into an eternal truth. A natural force of gravity drawing upon itself.

Endless, without boundaries:

Unconditional love.

©Capt.Nemo, 2015

Survival is seductive.

My continued existence, nothing short of

miraculous;

magnetic.

(I’m indestructible.

I’ve got

moxie!)

Scars on scars. Faulty armor.

(Battle stories are so pedestrian.)

Enjoy the spoils of my war

while you champion another’s cause;

I’ve made it this far as an army of one.

(Challenge accepted;

cue strategic thinking).

After all, it’s simply a matter

of

figuring out

how to win your heart

and

stop

eating

mine.

©OneLittleFishie2016

when I don’t breathe

(suspension),

the cosmos we’ve created

surges eternal

through my retinal vein

(molecular galaxies

of atomic import).

with the first gasp back

in this reality’s artifice,

I’m captivated by you

and I rejoice…

although…

(stay still)

sometimes…

(don’t say it)

there is too much

respiration

in this mirror world.

how dare you

(how

dare

you)

acquit me of

perfection?

@OneLittleFishie2015