opalescent dream

i ride the wind catching whispers;
far away realms reminding me of what lies beyond the gateway
of my own intuition;
the whole world
becomes a golden spiral and i'm dizzy
i lick my lips with a nectarine tongue but the faint taste of vomit reminds me that i'm alive, instead
opalescent dreams recur in the land between
dreams no more but not yet
realities so what are they
then
possibilities, perhaps
i trace the emerald edges
of the torch between my teeth
dodging every outstretched extremity
as i gain speed i sink
as flowers spill
skulls and crowns
overflow and the earth is wet
with sweetness, slipping