The spark or sunkissed bodies
entangled in the wind.
Having no direction is
a direction.
Collisions–against humanity.
Speak of poisons and barbs
and at night belch
melodies that
sear our souls.
Invisible fingers flirt
with a thick ribbon
of truth.
Our laughter sang.
Each word a mile long.
We were a world
away.
From the houses, the
smells. The heat.
We were electric.
Thick blankets of woolen heat
buzzing against the flesh.
Break the surface. Make
love to the air.
Dance into breathes–
tickle nose hairs. Rattle
eyelashes. Punch souls.
Shake me out of daylight slumber.
Engulf the sunset–
vomit out the stars to light
the road.
Quiet the sun, make it
pale with illness.
It is in this silence,
that the universe may speak .
And so it spoke.