a smiling, spiraling, upwards glass uproar

John Rogers


and like a flash flood 
out of right field 
on 
a sunny day overlooking a lonely planet, 
i felt heat wash over me,
wet emotions melting into sounds and lights, 
pixelating 
into millions of tiny pieces 
sliding over my skin 
--smothered in the rush of orgasm 
blistering upon my skin: 
you are 
a warm spring day in the sun 
and i was a child occupying that warm spring day. 
you were the day and you were the sun 
and you were the cool wind 
that flocked to my innocent brown hair) You 
Burn
thru my mind like it was paper 
and slowly my whole body is swallowed up 
in a gulp of creamatory Flame 
...you disintegrate me 
...everything else familiar
 shatters 
and only you remain composed; 
all i can see is 
You 
w/that smile like flashbulbs 
going off a few inches from my face.