Sweet with the scent of dreams
In between shades of yesterday
And the blank black sky of tomorrow
Where bliss was flushing my skin
And racing my reticulate heart
I breathed in the slick atmosphere
As my mouth filled with saliva
Hungry for arousing sustinence
Of devouring blessed roseate margins
And descending into higher realms
Where angels fanned the hot air
With wings blindingly bright
Holding me at the peak of bliss
And folding my lungs in two
Squeezing out my life potion
Before I surface urgently gasping 
Safely back in fragile hypagogia
Where everything imaginable
Has been awaiting me to awaken
And devour all of sweet Bywyd's creation.


© Griffonner 2026

(Thanks to Elias Boberg for the image)