Twin Desires

The world's no longer a veil of tears as joys uncoil
from inane phrases and the heart opes its chambers
through arteries of sounds it's never admitted before. Skies

dissolve from the blazing heights and the snowy roads are strewn
with the sun's beloved hiss, kiss. If only the slanting rays could light
the tip of private selves (Trapped within

where songs nest in mountains and valleys of memories,
primitive in its innocence). Tread softly, the rhythms from the page
and the wasted hours are so far away -- previous lives
I have sloughed off with patterns of waking eyes. Who tracks

the scents of the dying leaves of winter? Stripped, they
carry no lofty sighs, so broken in their twists. The grass
breathes beneath the white wool coat. Coldly shrills

the season I conjure up. Lights fade blank again. Kisses
pitched from another season ring the dinner bells
in just enough seconds and still, in the lips of air, an inner

meal melts as a lilac dream in my forked tongue. Distilled
as the words I speak to the world so quaint, quite
the opposite of what it was before. The phallus of dawn

rises amidst the morning. I crave alien creatures
to carry me to my grave. Does anyone anyone know the constellation of the Gemini-emotions that blizzard through holes of my brain-matter?