Aquarium Of Her Heart

Aquarium Of Her Heart
© Surazeus
2025 10 17

While I swim in aquarium of her heart 
I listen to weird dreams of lonely people 
who walk together in dark corridors 
against slow current of incessant change 
till body of my soul erodes to words 
that ring with eerie music of the stars. 

Remarkable though wisdom seems to be 
with virile attitude for courtiers, 
who sell complicit books of rancid spells, 
I strip my soul of satisfied contempt 
based on denial smuggled past despair 
to prove my love is precious as lake mud. 

Forsworn from stories of desiccant hope, 
that fortune promises would wreck my plans, 
I dare row frail canoe in gloomy swamp 
where ghosts explore new options of intent, 
too eager to invest in roots of trees, 
while clowns record long documentaries. 

Resilient through tenderness of hope 
with passion from immediacy of fear, 
she teaches me to inhabit my body 
at intersection between truth and dare, 
so shocked effects of arrogant respect 
produce contextual riddles we exchange. 

Replacing pyramid of star-eyed gods 
with grim cathedral of the vampire king, 
I channel anguish of confused regret 
through crackling radios of whispered bombs, 
entrapped by fraught theology of faith 
that dazzle fools with dreams of paradise. 

Expecting Jesus to return today 
and marry Chimalma by Lake of Eyes, 
I set up camera on tripod of trust 
to film their wedding for the world to watch, 
yet Tlaloc woos Venus with magic ring 
that lets her hear our thoughts we would conceal. 

Stifled by contemptuous sermons of faith 
that twist our hearts in darkness of soft prayers, 
I fumble along cold museum wall 
to find mask of Lucifer I must wear 
which strengthens my heart with courage of love 
to fight against cruel tyranny of greed. 

Saturated with brave astonishment 
for radiant beauty of the human soul, 
I write my name on water of the heart 
so energetic light of my mute soul 
may sing enchanting spell of honesty 
while I swim in aquarium of her heart.