Hollows Eve

Flames kiss the coals that simmer, hiss, and exhale into the night where vagrant hearts pirouette, pose, and smile for hours the stair cases from the woods to the nerve endings in our hearts poised for search and rescue. Eye dart from points to eye central into the deeper atrial pieces where we used to have those heart to hearts Sundays as the crisp air cools, then wisps the willows of our lungs. You whispered to me that the lanterns in our eyes are the gateways to our souls as the colours gasp for fresh air as they fog, flume, and pour out as the pose breaks and we arch back like wild wolves of the dead of night. Self sustained as souls like smoke exit into the night from the exits of our eyes and nose choking for hours as the sight shifts in the cool night air a moment later we are gone. Flames pour the crest against the darkness as if to say caller unknown, as children we were lay in congruence in the leaves, and decay.