City of Angels

 

I taste the curry across the room

Fumes of flame – flickering fiesta

Berating every poor pore, it pours forth

Steaming froth boiling my bones

Surging serendipity penetrating my present

Presenting the forthcoming past my eyes

Indulging my lobes with lover’s lips, with jobs’ jovial jaws

I feel it coming

Tiny toes tenderly touching the thread

So thin I am already there

Hanging on to yesterday’s towers

Spring sensations spread forth

The City of Angels calls my name

The strangers – best friends

Crystal Blue and grass-rooted limitation

A City of Ages that confounds time and capacity perceived

Within the barriers, microns away from scissoring

Already have I cut the strings of the puppetmaster

Already have I emerged like the womb-born

Already have I tasted that wafting spice’s aroma

Just one thread more

Just one more thread

Just one

I choose to fall