Upon Tomorrow

Tempted in the cold,
a shiver beckons.
Thinking in the depths,
my mind’s eye twinkles.
I have yet to solve the mysteries
I’ve created—
the dissolving passion in a kool-aid drink.

Sip—my lips are brought, to rim of my formality.
A weakness creeps in the bubble—
spoken glass tainted red—
apple upon that tree.
Tempted in the summer breeze,
to grasp the ripe sunset red hue
dangling just high enough that my fingers embrace it.
Save me—not—she speaks, treats, the medicine pill—
force her words down this throat.
Blind visions slice—
broken images dance on music box glass.

Reflect in what,
in what I do not see,
in the faces that blur.
My face, that face, his face,
whose face I wonder as night breathes in the cracks of my skin.
Flaking, my bitter core,
flaking my words brittle upon the tips that hugged,
the tips that loved.

Nothing but a whisper in the wind,
the smirk on the sun,
and the glimmer of the moon.
Remember me.