because it
melts me down-
these days of humid
confusion and i long
for specific feelings:
love-sex-trust-
the heroin of us.
the simplicity of yes
(the idea not serious
still found its way to the
pit of my belly and sank
pulling my heart along with it)
(because we fucked like
we meant it
all famished electric skin,
apex gaping wounds
and short-breathed cries
for mercy and G-d
his name a thousand
angels to sing)
organic-ink-reflected-
his eyes, one-way mirrors
deep, tonal
bouncing mine off
the mighty clash
of egos
(the egos believing
in suspending each other
in the deep, clear blue
of longing)
forget denial;
the futility of no burrs
all emotion together-
the sun thumping on
closed eyelids
but sunset cannot be left alone:
when eyes open
the solar surprise-
light
projects forward
hurls itself onto his
burning this quarked moment
into his distant
imaginings
and it arcs now,
left and urgent
a swift move follows
undulating non-rhymes
breath-twilight-holding
on-love.
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