Everything We Want
waves crashing at
wind weaving sparks through a gap in the crowd--
it carries away the drum thump
from the cleft of a jacket
burrowed deep as a pulse
rocking static through poly-blend
after the fire
a fortunate fever shivers
sand-lined shoulders washed over by
sweaty hands groping the tepid steam
of bitter romantic ideal, the vagary of deflection,
a midnight ship spent cruising the barbed piers
to find sex-in-the-morning musk on your sheets.
like a three-sided thrum
spilling wine speckled sand
gives way to the sunrise.
clothes pinned to the carpet
spread smoke-scents and curled tufts of blonde,
sparks on the skin
slipping bravely through
fingers
palmed neatly in pairs
attempt to de-robe the naked
pale sinews,
a diesel engine
sleeping and chaffed,
as continents keep the oceans from eddies.
a lull in bloodless beats,
double-tap maddening clicks of death,
torches still scald the black
slapping of muscled walls.
bleating hearts
from afar.
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