Violet Screens

 

Wrinkled sheets bunch underneath me,

Rippling sweat.

A blue light infuses the walls.

The screen moves and the walls begin to dance.

They dance around us to a broken beat. 

 

Dizzy, they melt,

Ooze onto hardwood floors. 

Exposed, I look up to a shattered sky.

Its pieces push down on my chest. 

 

No broken beat only silent air:

Sticky, Stagnant, Dry, Stained.

She rolls over and grabs my waist. 

 

Then my heart envelopes open,

beaming through palms,

pulse faintly like a watercolor painting.

 

An electric current. Static.

Her warm hum pulls me.