'His Momentum'

Blue sky above,

Made beautiful in the nowhere

Ocotillo melodies unfurling

Festooned in a stupor of punch drunk love.

Walk, walk away from the group

Into the path of nothing before me

Nothing but the trail of scent,

Left for his attentive grasp

“I see you, I see what you’re doing…” “..and I know exactly why…”

Tongue dive at midnight,

Into the swollen holes

Of all that we drove insane

Parachute walls, capturing that glow

Of privates that prowl

On the inside, on the inside, on the inside- OUT.

That was the beginning of a decade of fuck.

And the sweetest fuck it was.

“Open your legs…”

I remember that divine 2am crawl

And the hip gripped hard

Those hands that handled the hornets nest

Of all those mewling desires.

Bore the weight, the weight; the prize.

The fullness of limits pushed further

Dropping back down to the atmosphere

Having spent everything on his momentum.