Dangling from rope

by Dark Secrets

Pupils dilate
In the middle of the night.
Heart rate races against nightmares.
And distorted figures appear:
melting walls, falling cubes
candy raindrops, fizzy food,
that tickles your tongue painfully
like stitches in your side
covered by cold fire.
when ice is warm,
spikes are soft, cotton prickly
when wood sinks and metal floats
my world dives beyond galaxies
to universes of opposites
and it reaches equilibrium
only when our eyes meet.