Goodnight

Soon I'll be gone as fast as I blew into your life, and the temporary mistake will stop with the roller coasters at the Fair and let us off. The seats will be empty once again waiting for the next blistering bodied star chasers to board in desperation, but for now I glue my lips shut till they turn gray. In hopes of giving us both some momentary peace.

Sickness covers the old filthy walls in a cloud. You said you will soon be dead, but we both already are. Will we survive the resurrection? That rainbow blur metamorphosis? Will our wings be pink or black?

For now we are sewn together. Flesh stapled onto flesh for purposes left abandoned and bound, gagged and kicked into silence. Secrets murmur in imaginations that can never be shared.

Watch the silhouette on the wall move as the cold runs down your veins and into your organs like sweet heroin. A bliss that begets withdrawal. Time honored with the reverberating pitch of some kind of love.

Yet, as all things are impermanent the joining will fail, falter, scrawl new scars and wisdoms on our skin. Leave us naked and gaping open long enough for the seventh rays of the sun to filter in once again, and we will be covered in blood and naked. Reborn. New once again, in painful awe, emerged and transformed after the coma, the dream. The story. The lost confusing hours.

From now on, "Goodnight" will always mean something special.