Rapture

Cover me
in bullseye skin, so pinpoint darts
might someday pierce, perchance, my heart.

Tickle me
with wisdom words, your breath a flurry
of melting snow that cools a forehead furnace.

Rupture me
with razor lips, the blood so runny
courses through my fingertips...

It drips,
(and sounds so funny, and)
it drips.

Notice me,
a ghost that flickers
just beyond periphery.

Whiplash me
with subtle beauty, a stuttering
of images, stray hair dancing

Rescue me,
the darkness rising, hooded eyelids
struggle 'gainst a slit of light...

They fight,
(climb endless pyramids)
they fight.