China White

We sat in darkness, soaking up the sun.

Cracks creep through walls of smoke; our laughter rings through the dripping of the broken faucet.
Our eyes are closed; there’s a field of marigolds, flitting in the wind.  We’re drunk on the wind’s careless music; you see the skyline? Oh, but it melts in kisses with the sea.

A seagull bursts in song (a junkyard dog howls through the garbage).

Where’s the lamplight? Flooding our minds with senseless hiccups, lying in stifling heat (air conditioner hums, rusty, fallen behind the sofa). Drowning in a sea of kaleidoscopic waves.


Morning, a haggard old woman; eyes burning, shadows find their way back in our arms. There’s time for brooding, the television’s broken. There’s a gripping silence in the trees; where’s tonight’s sea song melody? Too many bills. 

Delusions painted the walls with pinks and golds; if only for a second, if only for a now; staring off towards a sightless future; beauty speaks in unusual ways.
Abandon, my sweetly sickness; come, feed me more senselessness!

We encroached kisses fervidly; they smelled of sunshine. His hair intertwined with my hands, like seasons and skies. Confusion.

And the mattress burns with urine.

There’s a ghost in my eyes. Through the weakness of time, through the flickering light, I can see it. But oh…there are still flowers in the trees.
Time to face paradise; it beckons me.

We stood up in nights of madness, choking with desperation; men, with eyes afire; we depended on the greedy caress of another.

There’s a moon by the tide; I see it, breathing through my convulsive wounds. Ah…sickly beauty…there’s a heart of sweaty laughter in my happiness. I wish, for nakedness; I wish, for you. For I.

For our white powdered kisses.