The Origin of Restricted Breathing

My Fondness for Pale

Even the danger of going beyond pale
flesh and mouth flung akimbo
shriveled like a malnourished vein under
the vitality of her innocence.

Yet, there I was probing her onto the island
of confetti marble, forgetting
danger. going beyond our pale
reflections bouncing off refrigerator doors.

Our faint heads woven in wheat,
the vitality of her innocence persisted me.
But, beyond laughter I could hear machines closing in-
to our unbreakable blindness.

The walls would begin to gush
over the chipping paint and splintering wood.
She’d begin to loose her vitality, her innocence;
all the danger of going beyond pale.