You come out funny in all unearthly colors
The rainbow pours from its small-sized pockets,
From high to low, in a deadpan self-portrait
Of how you clowned your rowdy heart.
My human situation is the same as before-
I am running from the person I am chasing
And dining with dementia on occasions.
And it feels evil sneaks into my bones
As we share a glass of wine, numbing before desert.
Let us taste berries on a pristine mouth, slowly,
Sliding under the table to unzip our smitten veins,
Before the air turns sour and we smell of helium.