clarity

when swimming in the fluid of your eyes
i forget to watch the Hands chase eachother.
i see, with increasing clarity,
the magnified images that climb across your face.
i am given all i need
there is no other medication i want
you dress my wounds, my vulnerability
perfectly
the bandage covers and melds
but is not soon forgotten by the Euphoric
who teach the offspring, those who will carry Atlas,
to play and rejoice in the burial ground
but never to tread along the headstones
for that is the Torture no one endures
without the help of your arms