I feel the light crawling
on my skin, burrowing in
and out through the pores,
illuminating my blue bones.
I see the glow of your pain
woven in the strands of my muscles,
stretched and aching like a long line
of scarlet soldiers dragging guns and stabbing bayonets.
I hear the purple shimmer of your displeasure,
Flashing gold anger explodes up my body
in shrieking tsunami waves.
I taste darkness and agony.
I smell the rainbow of your discontent.
I am you and we are
sensational.
Shawn L. Bird 