What spills over your lips,
tipped in shades reflecting a dipping sun,
is marked again for a slow burn
handled rough enough to take the edge off
whatever words you slice with.

Lover's shadow like mountains shaking off ice, all of it
shuddered on to me,
the dips and twists of body, all memories, the world
crashing into another,
spinning deep into an unforeseen parallel,
invaded by a red dwarf lull and a streak of broken
atmosphere.

Discarded by moon time,
heat lightning unmasks the deepest tension
squeezed so tight between joints used to weights of plenty.
Illusion carved straight into the last one, hate carved me a straight line
up the outside of my thigh.
All losses have dripped dry
and clung to the sting of a winter's breeze.
His voice, to me, whines: be happier this way and then we don't have to change.

Low down, cupped ear to the wall,
just an inch to give
and I pass.
Simple task- eat devil, and sing merry to the beat of
our desert trek, our own private aftermath of lost American dreams.

Red and crooked index finger pointed straight to the old flesh
shielding that little heart.
I was made of light, you said you said, but those thighs and that face, I'm sucker punched.
Heels dug in, the wounds to play all sing
for a magician musician's touch,
expert pluck and strum to make use of all those stellar explosions
caught up beneath the skin.

Unfold these old things so they do not fester,
rotting to kill in a slow quake.
Hands clasped, bathed in orange light, but not
in the way you imagine.
Tired of the old things, their spiritual marketing all fluff,
but knowing better doesn't always save on nerves.

You've unearthed a call in me, sprung off those lips,
but I waiver to listen,
always the slave who shies away from the unlocked gate.
How is time on those wounds, you ask and ask, haven't you figured it all out yet?

See the thing coming,
the axe I need to dismantle the bomb, your face,
and the winged voids haloed behind you.
Such a long hard build up
of put offs.
Give it to me, have the glory days take a number,
I'll see you cart pushing on
the road.

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