psychedelia

We were both breathless, dizzy with daze with what just happened,

faces barely an inch away from each other,

fishing thoughts in our blood drowned in alcohol, ears deafened by the bass.

There we were, we lived.

The colour of your skin pale-fully sallow before we walked in.

Now you're pink, yellow, green and satin blue, a psychedelic brilliance

made possible by the strobe lights making me wonder

if this is all real or just another dreamy trip.

My mind goes decidedly blank, enraptured by you,

your starry eyes, slightly hooded but never dithering.

My mouth tastes of the coke and bourbon, like the one you just had,

your lips an ombré of millennial pink and candied cherry, fresh from the bite I took out of you.

I think it could've been the alcohol, the night or the stars.

I know this feeling and it's anything but it.

You should know better, don't let the pain from the past go to waste.

-from the broken heart archives