Screens

I sat in the solar ambience of

my wicked room

peering at a foreign life,

Her sapphire eyes poured

onto my impatient skin,

tingling with aching aspirations-

Just a glimpse,

just a glance

and love vanished:

To the void Cupid shoots.

I could not think of death

when I awoke in the starry

fields of mania and bliss.

Ravenous beasts erupted from

unburdened chambers of

induced heroics,

Sneaking turquoise veins conquered

crumbling stone walls imbued

with Good and Evil beyond...

Eden in the

eyes of dreamers.

Eternity on the

dainty fingers of time,

Her void touch

paralyzed my arctic breath

instantaneously.

Elements stripped of life

by an insatiable black hole

of scolding,frigid bliss.

In intimate instances...

I interact with the

bruises in my

tortured temple...

My empire of sanity.

I live life through screens,

love and loss in separate acts,

pausing and playing mishaps.

Hours are episodes,

titles display pain.

Her soft presence

was enough for now.