bashi, kishi
bittersweet genesis for him and her
in the beginning we were scrambled together mixed in a celestial bowl and hand fluffed with a feather and the tears of bliss were not amiss it was a good day the second day we created the earth tickled in irony as we made love upon it's girth and to our delight the sun gave us the stars the creation of the moon was a miracle of light descended from the rift in the dark star of night my veins pulsed butter as it illuminated your thighs on the fourth day we felt compelled to whistle for how could we call the love birds to nestle and keep us company in this world anew and fresh? today i paint to life a portrait of the sacred friend the perfect wife in synesthesia together we have filled the world with colored wine but the story nears the present time of restlessness and wake up calls wake up! years have flown fast but then who's counting the wars have been won but there's few left standing between us and the shadows of christmas past critically acclaimed but sadly underrated fortune definitely favored us but no one celebrated our wits were splitting at their ends. we gazed upon the city lights we each laughed aloud one final time and agreed: this is one thing we'll miss. and as we held our breath and forced our will the minutes stopped the air was still and minds began to unlearn their faulted ways we blasted through the hills! they were the first to go and the most painful so because we made them first when we learned to bleed with our fingers on the seeds that sowed in the dirt and then cried when we came in the glorious masterwork of life ending and beginning again we ignored the pleas of the forest and the seas as we scorched the earth with our tears. we burned them in fear until there's nothing left nothing left nothing nothing left but us