Strange Bedtime Stories

Talampunay

Illustration by: Donna Noda

Such a pretty angel’s horn.

Exhaling a cold, succulent spell.

Your beauty bows before a wretched Earth.

Defining,

Sanctifying a glorified whiff.

Untangled, chained smokes,

Coiling around me.

Down through my senses.

Up on my throat.

High up above.

Soaring to East of nowhere.

I am brazen.

I am a craven.

I am both, at the same time.

Unaware and careless.

I procrastinate.

Disorienting the words.

Delusional prayers.

I am looking at you,

As you stare back at me.

You could be so sweet,

And yet so awfully deadly.

I dive in.

Swimming in a sea of cosmic euphoria.

Toxic, divine comedy.

You swallow up my every exhale.

Captivating.

I’m stuck in oblivion.

I burn.

You rave.

We dance.

Then we fall down low.

And we just won’t understand.

Plunging into billions of orbits,

Up from my head.

I swirl away.

We getaway.

Distanced from a certain certainty,

An ecstasy of awe.