Aphantasiac

Cyan and pink swatches paint the sky, the

Blue of the water reflecting a purple-ish turquoise haze.

A sermon brought us to this moment—

Tender, trapped in a dream,

I lay my head back onto you, 

Black hair meeting tanned skin.

A smile meets dilated pupils.

Let me betray you, just this once.

Somewhere between Ivory and Horn, I stay

Looking under pebbles and stones, molting 

Stories I've stuttered before,

Until I turn over the last rock, and

Nothing of me remains.

A dusty daguerreotype murmurs to me 

The thought I've feared. No — I'm blind.

A prayer leaves my lips: when, from

Adoration, will finally come omniscience?

A million eyes stare back at me, the only thread

The same lie whispered a billion times before.

I prided myself on Tomorrow; it, hungry and

Consuming, and I dutifully bound. But caught

In abeyance between the golden yarn:

Some primal longing, a lust I bury deeper

And deeper inside of me, until its shape

I cannot comprehend. The spindles seize my

Limbs, entangled in thread, and 

All becomes numb.

Your finger runs over my skin,

Meeting my tricep. My closed eyes overlook

The horizon. Before I open them, I whisper

I wonder if in another life

You could've held me.