Escapade

We've found our purpose, under the clouds above us. We are broken machines in rose gardens, holding the sun in our mouths, the earth's blue light. Calling out each other's name in moments of passion, wrapped around the mind's swelling. Lies grow in the bulb of the restrictive wind's dance. We thrust, we sweat, our breaths tangle and we draw it out, falling deeper into each other's eyes. We are wild and free. Awake at times when we can't speak, in the still retrogression. Our stomachs are aching with questions, weeks of isolation, memories we remember when we are too afraid to speak, too afraid of being judged for who we are. We find life sources in the brain's rivulet, and the memories are the only things holding us together. Remember how you said I was the one. You made me feel warm inside like a stratus cloud. We stitched our smiles together, we did everything for each other. Laughing at little things. I love you so much I could explode. So now I feel like I could die, I spend my days locked in an endless dream, an endless eternity of happiness. When I reach the fever pitch I can't contain my emotions. I burst open, overflowing with rivers of mania.