Absolution.

I started running.
    The wind enveloped my hair; tangly, un-tidy.
my eyes were a mess of blood red & veins,
        mixtures of chlorophyll and kerosene filled my lungs.
 
He grabbed my shoulders.
    G r a s p e d them hard, he infused heroine into my ever-flowing blood stream with each different, slight touch.
        a flick of the wrist, he does the trick.

  [watch, he can be a magician,
a power of the intricate, eccentric kind.
        oh, he can blow your mind]

I stood; collapsed.
      The absolution of revolution filling up the corners of my lips.
we made a fortress of something,
              anything,
                        [everything] that warm, summer day.

    packaging mental capacity into small, manila envelopes.
the seeds of elasticity foaming at the audience's
              the watcher's
                            the passer's by mouths.

    dripping with underlying cryptic fingers,
                      peace was obliterated,
  but our lips glued together.
                            piece after piece,
                the metaphorical cookie never crumbled,
      it just broke & fell into the right person's lap.

[falling...
                  falling...

  f a l l i n g . . .

                             
                    &thereshewentfallingintothatdangerouslovegame.]