Sugar

Eons of weight, pressing down.
Silken touches, a ceiling climbing up beyond taste.
Shiver.
Take your hand and open it.
See with fingers. Touch. Feel.
Flowing back, whipping out a line of shimmering material.
Waves thinner than hair.
A rock wedged at the bottom.
Calls like a lighthouse through the dark.
Sinks and grounds you as the world speaks once more.
A final smack that burns like sweet curry on the lips.
Fading... fading.
Gone.

Open your eyes.

Untitled

Sliding wax.
Expanding.
A giant biscuit.
On the left.
Dive.
Dive NOW.
No falling.
A gentle beat starts up.
Rolling bass is a call to the heart, take my hands.
Take my hands, my dear, and waltz with me in moves that spiral.
Curl your feet and pace around, caught in the twist of every note.
Open eyes and watch a smile, caught in your own reflection.
Now.
Pause that last faint step.
the memories on your toes.
Buzzing.
Only... memories?