He basked
in the unnatural light
of blue orbs
that hovered in his room
and granted a sweet rapture
as they undulated
to secret melodies
that only he could see
in their wavering shimmers.
– matt at shadow of iris
blue orbs
blue orbs, a poem
intravenous, a poem
Music seeps
drop by drop
into me
intravenous morphine
rapture
holding me
just long enough
to save me.
– matt at shadow of iris
drop by drop
