i make gilded dreams bleed from your head like
the heavy liquid dusk of summer,
and vagaries tumble out in an ascension
of scarlet wings. i pry apart your heart
with electric fingers til your body aches
with the paranoid rapture of its dissolution.
the keenest edges of your being smear
and slur into a ringing vacuous void,
a clear turquoise wilderness of sky,
a black hole's saintly beam, a sucking tide
into a white spell of oblivion.
i string your mind out tight as telephone wire;
north star burns pale in your eye's amethyst
meniscus, beads of thought trembling gleaming
on the satin rind of a dream.