turn the volume of your lights down

turn the volume of your lights down

they’re hangin heavy on my eyelids

with the glittering of the music

eyeshadow under my lids

painting my insides gold coral

born pounding the drums of my ears

with bamboo sticks covered in putty

so softly sticking to my body all the way down

that i break in sentence

this inky pen feeling felt tip

all my blood collected in the smaller parts

of my body

wine rushing from the edge of the cup

of pinwheel vibrations

rushing circular

and slow down each

limb

mixing spoon down my spine

turn me over like rocks on the beach

or chocolates in a box

would you be uncomfortable if I turned 

them all upside down?

if i flipped the light switch and we did this

in the dark?

if we poured wine down each other’s throats

and listen to electric guitar

light up our eyes