The Unrequited Zombie

 You look through the keyhole My eye is the cherry in the glass . Close up. A swollen sensitive lip sips a  glass of blood red wine. The Smoking man sighed into the glass of red wine , Over and over he sighed. The wine ripled with each hot breath , Pulseing in circles . The smoke on his breath twirled lazily around The edges of the cup In a ‘ Scene from a magic act , Turning wine to blood, her blood ‘ He thought . The smoke hit the light Between them like a separating sheet of grey ghouls Struggling to hold hands against them . He looks at her and a wisp of smoke caressed her cheek. Some thing his hand dare not . She cocked her head slightly As if nuzzling the smoky caress But the eye lids came down hard and estimating , defeating the image. And with it the man saw the smoke shy . Heading for the warmth of the naked light bulb above them. Even it’s cruel light  seeming warmer than her eyes.

Wreathed in smoke, he took in the opium ghost of her. Sucked her all in. every gaseous muscle movement a twirling vapour restricting his heart. All the colors. All the flavours. Hands guided by their own drunkenness scrambled to make a frame of her face struggling for a framed face,thumb and forfingers together the rest fluttering like birds on rotten grapes bled into the wine. Till he stilled them against his chest,electrically they now fluttered in his heart. He examined the picture he had made.

Inside Johns Frame was a picture of unrivaled beauty . If  you cut the frame in eight  With psychic scissors and jumbled the squares . You would still have , in any order torn bits of beauty, Lips that curled so slightly , So triumphantly , maybe a single eye, which no matter how cold ,beamed a superiour inquisitive but highly aloft love , The nose of a conqueror gave a psychic twitch.A harsh chuckle of muffled hysteria , a face fit to burst And the picture fell in shreds her psychic hand reached for the psychic scissors and stabbed the pictures to his squirming heart in cross disorder .  Stamped with a fleeting sneer.

It was Helens turn to analyze John .  She rolled his face flat as pastry With a rolling pin of her mind . Wearing it over her head like he was a soggy shroud. She got the feel of her second skin . Mmm quite manley in a sensitive sort of way . she choped him up with her own pastry cutter . A frillly circle of eye winking back at her  with  long womanly eyelashes . And  another frilly circle . Thick sensitive lips that puckered All over you but never touched. Contacting air.” Oh he would do .”

John looked past Helen to the wall . Diminished on the yellowing wall behind Helen It was her shadow . he was drawn by how child like her movements were divorced From her presence .To the size of her movements so un self conscious . Her arms moved in big emotive arcs. The nods of  the shadows,head bowed in deliberations  both dreamy and experimental in their hesitations The child shadow was building something toying with blocks . He looked back at Helen , She had balanced a smoldering cigarette On her wine glass , As it diminished her eyes passed a thought into it,slowly drooping Then squeezing tight with deliberation . What was the wish John wondered . What did this child symbolism mean to her as her lips Stretched thin and Her teeth bit as though into his kneck Which felt suddenly tight .  the night had become silent and frayed .The stars seemed artificial in the Window  , Fizzing sparklers In a closed box world . Whether sinister or awkward he could not tell but he felt a little afraid of her. It was Helens turn to  to hold up her fingers and wriggle them above her head. On the wall The child shadow held up a giant spider triumphant , Supported In its Web of wispy smok