Time wrinkles
into the clutches
of this memory.
A permanent affixation
caresses me down,
drowning my cerebellum
in aching ecstasy;
no culture or class
can capture the dreams
escaping my mind
at the lip of my seams.
Wish me not,
but untie the eternity
inside this womb,
beneath the bliss
bled by a wound;
portal found within myself,
its nature to consume
and disappear
every remainder of itself.
