James T. Hellcat
It has been found again! What? Eternity.
It is the sea mingled with the sun.
-Arthur Rimbaud
sunlight baptizes the countryside,
devours our carnal suffering,
& i dream of breasts,
water-lilies,
my delicate childhood.
this is my confession:
i am not your muse,
your gypsy nymph;
i am this season's child,
hell's embryo,
a wicked phantom of a sleepless dream.
& you are a dream tyrant,
a frenzied alchemist,
a martyr to love's wolfish heart.
the autumn sky rubies your skin,
antiques the trees.
i am lost & lake-drunk,
a slave to this roadside phantasmagoria.
i can't shake these supernatural longings.
for a moment,
i thought
we'd found
eternity.
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