Burning Planets

how do I say
all I swore I'd never utter

as the cavern overflows
we surrender
and freefall

through universes full of shining stars
and spinning suns
and burning planets
lit through eyes of desire
spun with lightheaded laughter
and set aflame with our hot breath

I succumb
and sever the last thread
of mental resistance

allowing us to sink
into the milky way
of our minds
and stroke the flesh
of faraway realms
yet to be manipulated
into the logic of time and space.

this
is spreading the art
of animals.

Portentous

all too often
what I imagine
will materialize.

it is dangerous
when such a curious girl
dares to dream drastically
and mentally toys with matters
made of glass.

so often seen as perplexed
running scenarios through her head
she can only softly smile,
and say, with a chuckle,
how daft
such delusions.

only to lift her head
and watch with wide eyes
as the entire reverie
plays out
with an alarming amount
of attention to detail

am I a prophetess
visualizing
holy moments to come
or am I the author
creating the storyline
prior to actualization?

and what control does one
really have
when destiny is determined
merely by fancy
with no regard
to how irrational
and fleeting
such intangible thoughts may be?

how dangerous
to play
with fantasy.

by the time you question the impossibilities...
it has already begun.