kissing ancient hellos for the first time

(Alie's song)


I know a woman whose eyes don't blink
fluid like running water in the sink
windows to the soul
but a pool on the heart
what does her soul hold
or rather
pull apart?

as she tells this certain song
in snow skin white
with tiger hair
like some psychedelic geisha

I know a woman who burns her tears into paper
And cries before
a porcelain surface of imagination
Eyes distant like shooting stars
but pull you in with a melted gold
fascination

for what it's worth
I paid my curiosity some attention
and found out
that she was hiding
my long lost twin

How infectious her smile was
How beautiful the laugh
Even in chagrin
raining as if
melodious fireball pieces
that splinter silence
and awkward moments
like dancing penguins
on top of conversations

even still
amidst her alluring madness
of imagination
waiting behind dark full-moon irises
like goblets of dreams
or hidden passions in spoonfuls

you'll find a chaos
not unlike
the creation of the universe
or Salvador Dalis happy mistakes
that
if you can stare it down
in all its glory
without flinching

will peel your banana thoughts
Of self-destruction and false beauty
and remind you
of what it means
to be a true dreamer