but you have no wings…
you have always had this breathtaking ability to jump right over all the stuff that bores you as you have always called it the bullshit of life/ you do not go around anything old or tired or useless/ you go over it as if flight might be an option but you have no wings/ simply loving you has given me these images from a front row seat/ i have allowed my mouth to fill with you/ on the razor’s edge of nothingness/
your salt creek-cum on my tongue or did i dream it/ perhaps i was only tasting wounds in the windless air/ your translucent wanderlust and beautiful drunken afternoons dispossessed of fear/ you arrived in darkness but it has no hold on you/ we are both too old for that/ loving you was never quite a map of dreams or choices/ even the sea that winter was steel-grey and in our lunar silences, there was no flying over it/ there was no flying over it/