all i remember is icy fingers of ecstasy
crawling in my head
a black and white instance of a warm, moist summer
in a forgotten bubble of childhood memories
through impossibly long, sepia-tinted spaces
where every stain and knot was an aberration
and hot drafts made curtains
stand on end
...
waiting for release
...
and exhale.

where closets float over wooden floors
and private thoughts smelled of mothballs.
where dreams fit into a hat boxes,
and secrets lay in faded snapshots -
dark smiles, stained through and sinister

i thought there would be time
between the second and third crow -
beyond the immortality of youth

past the moment where golden locks
and sweet smiles change the world
where all things broken are repaired