I wear the double mask of argon to awaken you
into my dream. There’s no need to make an entrance
beneath chandelier of wet wax & skin. No blue velvet
walls, no blue lady hellebores blooming in precious oil flames.
Between us, you are the rarer noble, mostly untouched & mono-
chromatic. Too remote to grace. So I quickstep like a whisper
that fogs up higher ground. I swivel the air while all your electrons
play it cool. While I keep the pressure low enough & bless Tesla
coils to excite you. Until, together, we smother & twist the room
into chartreuse. How only I can make you react by being seen.
At midnight, we cast off shaky veneer of venetian feather, tulle & glister,
bare the bliss of grimace as we bless a string quartet out of the last harpist.
Drag me, lover, over raspy aria, over power ballad.
Lose us in the thick of black mondo grass, my Queen of Night tulip.
36Kr : : The Hidden One