Quake, violent with a tangy taste of the tangible

Tremble, eager under ashes



lightly scented with the taste of dandelion salad

And step back, unwilling to go farther


Contact.

Finding air seems to be harder

Pull the chain, illuminate



bright tiles and peppermint tea


Walk the streets with no direction


Overestimate perception

We climbed a wall so high above the street

Watched the lights that danced beneath our feet

and jumped into serenity




pretending that infinity was real

but then a quake…

violent, with a tangy taste of the tangible


trembling, terrified under the ashes

of a brown paper cigarette,

that light that danced before our eyes,

…shivered me back

and stole me away.