Bliss

Tickled brains that explode

Into particles of cotton

Like floating feathers,

Flung into the air

To be disposed into a basin

Of cool, crisp fluid,

Dissolving like snow

On a burning spiral

Triggered by a petal

Of a rose, withering

Into a single hair

Tied to a robin's ankle,

Flashing red lights

Across the blue &

Over the reflections,

Streaming at all angles,

And molding into

A pair of eyes

Stretched open

To consume

Everything

At once.