tomorrow & tomorrow & tomorrow

The sugar cherry plum, she bit, turned into a sweet kiss that preserved the salt on her tongue to bittersweet reminders of what some might call a time without time.

The lips became a bit numb with a thousand tiny pricks that pulsated from within, and the back of my throat itched as though a feather lightly motioned up and down.

You may consider it luck, and in some cases not quite, perhaps a curse...but in every drip of her kiss I suspend momentarily, eternally in a second hand that beats the time away and worth every tick--it suck'd me first, and now sucks thee.

When two merge to one, there is an attempt to defy the laws of physics...gravitational attraction counters metaphysical repulsions. The harder we hug, the more we push each other away. Softer. Gentler. She said. 
I apologized for my dagger hands and poison kisses. 
It's by virtue of my existence. I'm working on it.

What does a kiss mean to you? she asked...
everything, I said.

What's the matter?
nothing...

Our eyes locked, attempting to unmask the meanings and purpose of meaninglessness, and all the ideologues that fill and re-fill.

the...chemistry (if we could all it that), contained the capability to dissolve the corrosiveness of reason that reduces, crystalizes, and justifies: 

I apologize, you see...
and
What happened was...
and

Underneath the camera God-eye of the State, and among others' engrossed in their PDA's, our images flickered together, forever, and entered into the cloud database, two bodies dissolved to figures woven into the seams of an intricate network--the information angels, not half so happy...Went envying her and me.


...


We closed our eyes and at the moment of a blink, you were gone, as if taken away from me.

..   .then...the...shades..

.. .   .   ..and tomorrow, & tomorrow & tomorrow...
     .

I waited for a letter from the postman who delivered nothing but crossword puzzles.

The photo in my wallet, gradually faded, and eroded at the edges, thus revealing the glossy blank shimmer behind the monochrome images.

Until...

I thought I found you, once. I tried to remind you, of a time of mysticism and cynicism, about cherries and roses, and angels and demons, about metaphysicks, falsettos and vocal cords, oh oh oh oh...ah~

Look, I'm reading this book about love and poverty, and war.
let's talk it over over some coffee.
no, I don't want to talk about that, you said, gripping your purse and putting on some glasses.

You said that you couldn't go through that insanity again, and that I should be in an insane asylum, and that you felt sorry for me, because I needed to be cured, I needed to be cured real bad, and that the only reason I did not recognize my condition was because everyone was suffering from that which was commonplace.

What is the medicine, I foolishly asked.

And you vanished and left me in the body of your exhaled smoke, holding your ovoid necklace and filling my lungs with hot air, and feeling, for the first time, exhausted and abandoned.

My eyes grew pitch black, and shrank in the light;

29 years of non-stop heartbeats, and who knows how many more, always pounding and pummeling away, without break. The mind takes to respite, but the heart, the unremmitting persistence of the heart, was enough to cause me to feel "pins and needles" with its' rhythm being thrown off. 

the doctor diagnosed, and declared,
your nerves are damaged. 


It was now just a matter of time... 
my reflection grew pale, nearly white, and my day's were filled with nothing but clarity. 

I floated around crowds...

...commonplace...commonplace...I uttured and muttered here and there like a diseased and traumatized man haunted by the past, locked inside a re-ocurring nightmare.

HERE IS A CONCRETE DESCRIPTION OF THE LONELINESS:
(pro)NOUN(ad)VERBADJECTIVEPREPOSITIONCONJUNCTIONDETERMINERandINTERJECTION ALL SYNTACTICALLY COMPRESSED WITH SURGICAL PRECISION.

HERE IS THE UNDERMINING OF MY VERY TEXT IN TRYING TO RELATE SOMETHING I FIND HARD TO FEEL, INDEED, HARD TO FEEL.

"Blues is easy to play, but hard to feel" -Hendrix


References:
Poe, Donne, Suzuki, Hendrix and @