fiction 

& the kosmos bursts

 

mmm.    Yes    do    you    like  - - 

like    that                          Yes 

 

(a place in dreaming we’ve imagined

entering a thousand times and 1 thousand more 

 

(s l o w l y ,

                                so slowly

 

moving through me- - infinitely,

as a sunbeam through a glass reality 

 

& the kallos & kaleidoscopic kosmos

bursts into tiny pinks shards

 

leaving all that’s left of me sprawled out 

like lazy dandelion stems

 

& so everyday a place as this

in the light of such unloosedatomicbliss

 

becomes magic & radiant…

oh, hey. 

 

[buzz of summerflies on a window screen;

lips purse quietly to the rim of a lukewarm tea]