visions

snake through the windshield fog
all the low lying yellow of fingers of moonlight
like a tequila dream hallucination

visions of cody

i read all the pages of your heart
starring through the ceiling of a voidless god
spreading the watery gray down from my eyes

haunting momentary and touchable

swell in the empty space of my lungs
and i breathe you in
the cider smell of your hair
warm and spiced like your bed in the fall

pages of visions