I Miss

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


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.


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