Confusion in Underground Clouds

Violet Lives

It came in bursting whispers

billowing the purple curtains between

the broken shutters…

you sank into the floor

rippling low rollers, low tide

I was suspended,  hanging, jerking

under the words “goodbye…”

fluttering around: moths gently

brushing soft lips,

out of blown open mouths

of the faces in the floor

erupt writhing masses

Acherontia Styx

flowing in endless arches

cascading across the ceiling

in fluttering waves and swirling

a winged vortex;

breathing heavily, the moss off

alabaster above our misty bodies

filling with pallor,

empty glasses under Daiquiri

setting the time, our place

far from distant Aidenn

our own fury sat alone, enamored white

bone crossing the threshold of our sea,

tempests of memory.

Our fingers passed through…

fins slicing water

bricks and asphalt part

and the dust settles on the emptiness

the fullness of us

over the sphere of centuries