strange magic

shades of passion
skim the surface
of lurid imagination
stretched tight like a drum

shimmering vibrations
undulating through
visions of reality
and jig-sawed humanity

in a slow ...
steady ...
acceptance of
misdeeds and miscalculations

we travel down a winding path
soft heather tinged with nettles
warmth of the rising sun
caressing our bodies

and the floodgates are open
plummeting down the slopes
taking flight on hot breath
reaching into a strange magic

of scintillating loss of self
screaming anguish
and bounded release
of minds melding