Breaching Bubbles

Just walked to the park one day and wrote a bunch of poems in the chilly October air. This was one about my mental/social state at the time.

I want to crash into someone.

I want to plunge into someone’s life.

Surround myself in the fluid of their thoughts;

A cacophony of refracted light.

It would be warm

The warmth that lingers in your bed on a cold night

That you eagerly slip back into

Like a fresh baked pastry of blanket.

 

For now,

I’m bouncing off them

They’re bubbles.

There’re bubbles within bubbles.

Infinity is impossible to comprehend.

I thought this would be simpler.

Flocking bubbles

With no purpose to their amassment.

They don’t pour into each other.

So much air.

So many bubbles.

 

There’s something at the centre of her,

Break through the dam,

That’s all I want.

Break through the dam.

That’s all I thought to do.

 

I want to break through

The surface tension that defines her

From the outsider’s eye.

I wish to pour myself

Into her beautiful concoction of

Contrail blueprints.

 

I dare the whisk

To mix us into one another.

But it would be our own movement.

I’ll pour.

I promise.

The only way to live is to pour.

Coalesce.

Feel their warmth:

The water in their breath.

Vapor.

Warm vapor feeling my skin.

Surrounding me.

In our meshed up

Little globe

Of celluloid and cytoplasm.

Author's Note

what do you think?

Reviews

[Corinna Bridgebury]

I really like this one; I love the images that I get from it. I also feel that it quite accurately describes friendships and making them, especially when you say, "’m bouncing off them/They’re bubbles./There’re bubbles within bubbles./Infinity is impossible to comprehend./I thought this would be simpler." But then again I could be reading this wrong, but I don't think I am.