Your questions probably mean more than I could know,
but in the corners of my mind,
we're together in a world that's hollow.

Your skin peels away my eyes
with the way it calls,
like chimes or gongs or church bells.
(It's dissonant and far away,
clouded and amazing; beautiful)

Doors burst open like explosions hide behind,
but in the flames and smoke clouds,
just you stand so alive,
so bright I can't keep my eyes open
(or my thoughts from branching out).

They reach and stretch for space
like it was just a nearby place,
as I wish were the case
between where you and I are.

Hopefully I'm not just broken -
a stupid puppet of love
that once again knows nothing,
and once again falls prey.

Oh, but God! How I HATE
to not have a hand in my hand and arms around me
when the world turns upside down,
'cause everyone knows
things always go from smiles to frowns.

But, I won't give in to that darkness
or any of the mediocre neutrals.
I'd rather binge on whites and yellows,
all pastels and the mellow way I used to be.

Maybe you can help me . . .