orbiting eyes roll backwards in delight,–
swirling in sockets
those brilliant comets
streak burning trails across your line of sight.
and so i flare. a stargazer, i stare
at the planetary body
(which eclipses mine completely),–
“this bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.”
a nexus of nerve-endings,–
a never-ending, + ceasing-too-soon
display of our skin’s ec/static circuitry ::
your limbs, illumined, plug into mine.
[i’ve never known these nodes to glow so bright.]
im/pulses flash in energ/etic hues
as my wires entangle [+ enter] you.
“we’re inversions of one another.” | another one of those revisions where
difference is reduced to metaphor