Love Potion Test Subject
Alexandra Leadbetter
We spent eternity
floating in a caress.
The canvas detached,
sabotaging my footwork.
I fumbled to record
each pore. I felt
annihilated when
I didn’t crunch.
There was someone else,
I cracked;
carnage and mystery
I couldn’t pluck.
Impulsiveness, is wild and red,
aloft a manic-depressive ceremony.
The experiment of her
is a dimension.
I’m wasting inside.
She is nectar, I endure
to deform my delight
at existence.
A spark, defective,
hollowed us
like the climax
of a nebula.