She comes to me riding on starlight beams.
Her ether is in the smoke of my breath.
She tickles my ears with promises and dreams
And memories of coffee, sex and death.
Her voice is whiskey gone straight to my brain.
Her laughter is valium for my tired soul.
And so, to reach her my spirit will strain.
My body seeks hers that I may be whole.
Yet she is a rainbow of fractured dark.
And like all rainbows she cannot be touched.
It is a futile quest for a fool to embark
Toward her bright blackness on which to be crushed.
But oh, what a death to fall to such height!
Plummet! Forever! Through her blissful night.
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