Doris

When she walked passed

vanilla and honest

little drops of melanin on her face like enriched soil placed by the hand of the artist

she wore the coolest breeze

As she went on my life followed

in its darkness and its lights

Air shot through me in pellets of exploding cyclones

and I was born again with the primal impuse

to go to her


The threshold was a black hole of alternative realities

and I stood in her aura, sedated in the dream they reserved for me

uniquely humble in a sublime desert of paralysis abandoned by myself

peering through a porthole of infinity to a memory of a future where we grew together, and raised a family

In reality she was physically close enough to absorb me in a Cassiopeian cluster

My disciplines dispersed haemorraging my spirt which spilled out of my mouth

and laying twelve million daisies at her feet it said

"I think you're fucking beautiful."

She smiled

and having kamakazied I scurried away embarrassed by the nakedness of honesty



I saw her the next day

an angelic illusion of a typical human tinged with desire, vulnerability,confusion

elavating rites of passage with undisclosed intimacies still in their infancies like blind children

and of sound mind I chanced a stroll through a sliding door

I dropped the key to being alone and free fell into the first spring of a virgin zone

Within seven days my universe was made beyond the clinical inadequacies of bar coding

and I floated on air making imprints on clouds



I saw us from astral projections wrestling in the park, raw sex in the car and growing closer and closer, not as the rght and left hand but the body

Nothing mattered more on this mortal coil than the euphoria of our inter-commuting atoms welcomed like prodigal sons

and the addiction to the cosmic endorphins of our liberty

Just looking at her
was exhilarating
She's indistinguishable from the origins of time and I always sensed that a god had just entered the room and started plucking at my plasma
scattering it into ten thousand lives

that stood at the entrance of Fjords bellowing ghosts

that climbed the shoulders of the sky and free fell to her centrifuge to drink melodies from her hands



She once asked to taste dying by my hand

She called it asphyxiating but I reckon it was a reckoning

and with all I am

loving deeper than conciousness
Declaring love three little word incantations

that would set black magic priestesses dancing a frenzy

as if they were

hypnotic hyroglyphics from the Temple walls of Ramses

I made her asleep

and as she faded into the abyss I trailed her every beat because I missed her

As her breath returned and her eyes coughed open. our celestial cells were ski-ing barefoot in yellowstone rivers crossing thresholds

Her tied to my bed

I gorged vulvic fruit of her in eunuch's obsession to nourish my grasslands

honoured that I could love her more than I could love myself


staring at her in Nirvana

with my bodiless particles

running barefoot beside morrocon horses as free as her

trekked valleys from Yosemite to Kashmir and showered under Iguazi falls

And just talking to her

my stellar anti-atoms hop skipped piers of water bungalows where the sun welcomes with a smile through the bosom of the sea


moved with her on the dunes of of Sossusvlei bathed in red light to to sleep under meteor showers with gawping heads of Nemrut dagi

knowing our initials are immortalised on a tree in a central reservation outside Hyde Park

and having done all of the things one should do before his 791st birthday short of shaking hands with Jesus Christ

 woke at sunrise in a Danube delta

She pulled a handbrake on the rotation of earth and time chilled hydrolically

and that's when my jaw dropped in headless oblivion because it's difficult to speak when happiness is actually within reach

The tears that I cried when she said goodbye

returned to re-cry when there were none left inside


It transpired

that my spacial awarness rewired


and though I don't know where her heart is now

she is there in the loops of my vowels and the infinite space between seconds
and I'm still dazed if a bit pleased that I'm subtly unreleased

from the untethered soul of a masterpiece