you and your psychedelic phrases

did they plunge from your tailing tongue?

perchance I took breaths from the room,

exhaled, and put them back in your mouth

moving, placing my ear near your lips,

pausing for an air lick near my neck-

lifted eyelids and confusion  

so, then the comfort could come

when I would speak your surroundings-

the bed, the door, and the soft sheet

safeguarding anxiety, this novel

presence presented, second chance,

which way to stride the edge, these years?

yearning for the answers, you ask me,

your soil voice half spitting mud-

seals this space, secreting

my airway and stifling…

 

Was it a vision or a memory?

Was it a vision or a memory?

Was I God arriving him this afterlife?

[2020]