Take a moment to catch your breath.
Blow that last wisp of air against my neck.
Guide my hand under the sheen of your guise,
don’t hide your smile, your lips were meant to please mine.
The curved silhouette, your scent, hanging long, removed from this space.
The touch of patchwork memories, wanting, longing, overcome by your face.
Working under an emblazoned sky, until the end of time…
We make marvelous ornaments- here, the ground level for beauty and commerce, eating each other’s will.
The green, stretched without any indifference, the ends and the means battling it out for supremacy.
Somewhere atop a sky rise reflected the sunlit sky back in its own space- reveling the mist, globe like and super-dome to round up all the weak and sick.
The malevolent crowds, CEO’s, shuffling into the situation room, executing every last heart and mind and perforating the globe into the sky, blacking out the sun, leaving the children to the scraps, fodder for the recessed masses.
The singular sound of roaring cicadas, synching at a sweeping velocity.
The ringing windfall, accompanying the rift. Damn, it’s hard to think with you in my head.
Someone caught you snoozing at the wheel, and the dopes knew just what to do.
They took you for granted, left you to double back.
Still, buzzing in your head made for a Muzak-al background.
“I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo…”
What my head felt like with a thousand ideations compressed and fighting for air.
The sunlight was safe in the distance.