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By Sophie Nelson

A white face set in the onyx air,

Shadows cast in the brow-less sockets

And beneath the cheekbones built high.

The skin, smooth and spectral,

Like waveless milk silently filling a 

Cast sculpted from crystalline glass.

The man.

A balance between bones - sharp, Dangerous

And skin - gentle, rhythmic.

An all-knowing silence waits sedately 

In the shade of the angular, alien face -

The unnatural paradise found.

And together with the silence,

I wait before him.

Soundless, listening,

Like a shattered child pinned by

Static sheets,

Craving to be beamed 

Into a regenerative dream.

I am crystallized by the glimmer

In which he resides.

My lids affixed in feeling.

For even a fleeting wink

Might sacrifice the sight of a

Desolation-destroying pull

At the corners of his pallid grin.

Spasmodic; an electric twang surfs 

The black waves swelling

Behind the entrancing statue in the

Shadows.

Sonic chords from vibrant galaxies afar,

Tangle into a soul-awakening harmony.

Time slows, my breaths quicken pace.

Rapid, shallow risings

Behind the cage comprised of immortal

Bone.

Sounds and senses building, still.

All things existent in this smudge

Of darkness, 

Sharpened by the shards of broken,

Iridescent glass sleeping under

The mask of martian skin.

His glossy lips pull, 

Dividing like dustless blinds

Positioned before an illuminated 

Window to a world interior.

A screened satellite, 

Composed of canines and crowns,

Is colorcast 

To the pale-pink city in my skull.

Teetering transmissions from teeth 

Etched askew in ivory,

Bite through wavering waves 

Of thought

And internal buildings misgiven.

The blackness lingering in the roused

Euphonic air,

Is sucked and swallowed up 

By the floating lungs of the starman.

As though it were nicotine

Inside a cigarette, packed and sealed

By the silent fingers of the night

Just before dawn.

Remember me