melting - an ode to heat and boredom

how fast a solid thought can melt
in the morning blaze of summer sunlight.
the core liquefies, you forget the importance,
the tightly woven net of rational tangles
and the floodgates of fantasy are opened.
sense is overpowered and reality no longer is.

your eyes fixed on the azure above,
your once one and only truth twists into a dream.
so sweet, so honeysuckle sweet, it evokes a smile -
a permanent tattoo of bliss on your face.
as you succumb to the entrancing flow
of your greatest wants and darkest secrets.

in the heat of the afternoon, the heavy air;
no breeze to cool the beads of sweat that drip down your neck.
the dream melts into a velvety smooth pool of subconciousness.
you take a dip. and slowly feels the numbness -
a thousand tiny needle-pricks - spread across your burning skin.
instant relief, instant release.

you are nothing, you are nobody for just a moment,
before your pool overflows and your melted dream
seeps over the edges and through the cracks
of the peach colored clouds.
and you watch, as your morphed reality
rains down on unsuspecting passers-by.

...who, for just a moment, saw a strangers thought
as clear as crystal.

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fold me up and put me in
one of them piles of last years clothes
and place me in the back right hand corner
of the damp dark closet

hide me, like the broken lamp
you never told your mother about
whole colorful shards of glass and metal
still sparkle seductively from inside your underwear drawer

and i'll haunt you softly
like that reoccuring dream you just can't make sense of
the one that is frightingly realistic
and has you waking up flushed and wanting

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...i would fly.

soar high above you, far from your reach
hide behind a cloud
always hoping that you'd look and find me

wind circles around your head, round and round
clip you with my wings
trying hard to strike and confuse you

flutter close to your skin, slowly
dare to land on your neck
and whisper softly into your ear...

...if only i could fly...

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some peace and quiet
the crystal sky above
i touch the velvet
i taste the blue

with my fingertips i twirl
fantasy filled ice cream comes
flavored with tears of joy,
of pain, of jealousy, of a word my lips refuse to speak

and in my dreams, my sweet daydreams
i build a maze,
hedges of hope have grown high
i lose myself, i lose my head, i lose whatever sense that was left in my twisted reality

never to return.