the way out

the night faded fast, it was quick
  to blur
and turn itself
                    into a sweet, dangerous smear
satiated by your
                    skin and your willingness to give in to things
that are left to make themselves into little hushes
                    i sat on your seat trapped in the effects
                    of a sufficient amount of beer and your
  breathing presence
                    both melted and seared into my veins
pressing themselves through tiny vessels
                    releasing with each fluttered beat the pollen which caught
                    on streams
                    of indecision
                    the colors burned away,
                    ash trickling through a hole in the floor
the world where we remained was
silver-grained and hazy
                    black and white world
                                        folds of
                    your shirt fluidly shifting
                    lips and chin solarized
                    chain glinting faintly around your neck
i breathed in the glitter and salt
                    that flecked off of you, and
                    like spun sugar dissolved
                    into the pools under our feet, trance broken
                    only erratically by a flash, a pause, and
a glance, until it slipped back again
                    i was spun, caught, and extracted
distracted
                    from consequence
and enraptured by things
                    i shouldn't have
the night swirled lazily around my ankles
lazily like no tide would harness it
    it spoke of luxuriant time
and dripped
     why worry's