#kapie

our disdain for the show, as it happened, wasn’t just a state of mind. on the other side of the white walls, things were equally chaotic. turning canvases and borrowed whimsy left the doormen caught in turbulence.

in our fantasy that could come true any minute, we had our glimpse of the mountain peak.

you were caught, i felt seen. 

dazzled, but so hollow within, we rolled down the hills. not minding the flickering halo still tracing your back, we ran into the wind towards an open field that never knew us.

one moment i thought i took control; then, maybe it was you. so now, as you run, don’t let me fall.

in the same hallucination, you played the hunter in the wild. what you caught alive was far warmer than anything shrink-wrapped. then i found you a prey that made you come  undone— one that whispered “eat me”, chuckled, then vanished. 

“see you later”

you swayed like a doorman, in two minds about what was more dignified:  to bite into the beating pulse,  or to display your prize in the light of the aisle.

but it was never ours to decide. we lose our shades in summer as the sun bleeds color into those white walls. your flushed undertone returns like a real state of mind. shipwrecks come like comfort. i don’t care to be kind, but it’s nice when i’m yours. so i provoked a storm, just to make this feel like forever. then we won’t have to fall.