laser surgery and bowl full of sugar

the bitter feeling of lust and regret
caressed his pale, porcelain skin
and he tried to grab the sand as it
fell out of place and into a gap-
penetrating everything in its way

contradicting everything he ever knew

but those darkly dancing figures-
moving as if they were on fire,
never asked for his name, or his soul
they just wanted to show him what it felt like
to be trapped in a moment in time
like a smile capture in a photograph
those darkly dancing figures who never asked his name

never asked him for anything

and yet
blindly he followed them with ease
letting hours slip away without notice
but he was too off balance to notice
it felt like the moment was never going to end

but like dragon flies on autumn days
time had escaped his hand too quickly
without so much as a moment passing
and it was finally time

for one of those mediocre cappuccino sunset.