Amber

"What's he doing right now?"

"Not ever sure of the answer to that question. He could be thinking about change. He could be working on some kind of discovery. I never really know what he's doing until he shows me. I never ask him because I don't want to know."

Rage of impulse freed the ponytail from a colt's bondage; he rests upon a step with my blood of ages. I knew of him from rafters and events we found ourselves amongst crowds of acquaintance. Lotus from smoking papers fills his vision with tracers of color; ice chisels slithers for a face I will always remember.

"How do I find out what he's doing?"

"You must find him doing whatever it is he does....."

Mist forms over his finger melting the snow; I never saw snow melt before. Capturing emotion is not a quality I possess; contemplation of letting go possesses me. Some name me an exotic demon from books not yet read; some name me an angel from a heaven we never drift. Others know me by a title and so.....

"Kowloon!"

Sometimes I did not know that was me; was it really?

"Why do you call me that?"

"You're kind of mad if you did not know already......"

Yes I know of my madness but I did not know others are aware of what is taking over my mind. The invasion is from the world we live and the earth we deny.

"If I am mad then what does that make you?"

"We like that your'e mad so that's why we call you Kowloon!"

Somebody saw me smile, how unusual I suppose; teeth and tongue included. Corner of my senses shy around a circle to see her walk by; an enemy is chasing me, the madness guides. Brushing against my cheek is a mystery not of the field I wander picking dead flowers; this is more alive than being human.

"Doki!"

"Kimono........where do you come from?"

"From snow.........I come from the purest of ice crystals that formed underneath your sheets."

"Who is it that told you this?"

"He was a man with eyes like cocoa crimson and his hair twirls around my digits."

"What does he mean to you?"

"He means of meaning to me."

"How do you know him?"

"I know him for an eternity."

"Who is that woman that walks around the center of our ugly city?"

"She is the center of our ugly city."

"Can you find out who she is for me?"

"I already know who she is but you will need to find out for yourself. I cannot tell you about anyone. Not one person can tell you of anyone they are not."

"How are you so wise in the form of a child?"

"I am the form of a child but I am not a child."

"I am the form of a man but I am not a man."

Like magnets attracting for a strike off a match we both share words as music playing.....

"What do we do?"

Snow gathers her creation for the womb gratitude is no justice. Recluse crawls up my spine for a tickle; I lose the center of an ugly city, my medium for an ugly world. Hideous realms disappear from focus whenever she crosses my apple.

"Her name is Zen. Vic you got to stop thinking so much. You end up standing still and you know how busy everyone acts. They will start a riot just to make you move."

"Why do you call me Vic?"

"Because you will be Victorious. Why do you call me Braid?"

"Because I like your hair in whips of braids."

"Then we both name for a reason. Do you think the market has any cinnamon left for me?"

"The market is out of cinnamon."

"How so?"

"Because you are all the Cinnamon we need."

Wrapped in twigs of a vine for spice and sweet blood rubies a cologne whispers to me. Twists of fuchsia buds spin to warn me.....

"You will always want to know what you do not ask."

"Zen......"

"That's what we call for her as but her name is Catrixenya. Very interesting as we all know what it implies...."

"What is the implication?"

Fangs protrude out the mouth of a hidden vessel; bats greet me with serene laughter.

"The woman who drives the man wild."

Lost for contemplation the city is too busy; wings of black night captures me inside neon catastrophe. Gases fume from tubed lining as my sorrowful lungs suffocate man's desecration; I often fall ill from environmental woe.

"Hey!"

This is a name I do not recognize but I shall reply; any moment a person yells from a distance is for my attention.

"Hey I shall be and what may I call you from this distance?"

"You can call me Amber."

"Amber?"

"Yeah.....you know don't you?"

"What do I know?"

"You know that's what we will be."