Writers Jam

thy eyes – those eclipse-dimm’d portals
enwrap themselves about my skin, so mortal,
wilting ‘twixt seconds slipping from my palms.

wormholes ebb and flow within thy pupils,
thy lashes fluttering in wind like my veil;
i leap through decades, finding us stitch’d into each other’s armes.

thy salted gates do weep for me in showers of bending light;
a film-reel unspools upon thy retina, inscrib’d Parallel Timelines
in each, i dance to the static hum of thy heart.

thy irises, hazelnut; mine, obsidian dark —
our gazes so devotional, time itself split apart
i was cast to Orion’s Belt,
and thou, my love, to the horns of Taurus.
Orion doth hunt Taurus — so i hunt thee,
turning corridors of time, swimming the ether.
i collapse my then, my now, and evermore into thee.