Coming down

September 3, 2018 6:28PM

You’re coming down, I kiss you as you,
Decompress. This tasting tongue, euphoric,
It’s all running out, the fun, the
Paper dreams. I’m writing this before I forget
Your breasts against my breasts
While I triangulate that sad
Sigh.

Hanging that head over the bridge,
You stroke your belly,
Temple to breast to sandbag
Want.

The hookup happened last week and we
Weren’t there. It’s
Coming
Down.

You’re next to your car in the parking lot,
Asphalt dreaming those grocery regrets.
The rays,
Temple to nipples to center,
We don’t remember where we are,
All punctured
Rescinded
Where the dotted lines end.
This is all your youth on Crack,
Oh, repeat letters,
The breeze blows by this chest,
All watered down.
Your body will keep you guessing and
Under every silted river bed is
A giant fucking earth and
Plastic rainbow.

Coming the fuck down,
Coins in your pocket,
Patterns
Head to nipple to strolling ass
All the pressure in your lower back,
Digestion.

Tomorrow will begin again, oh god,
Behind this brain-joy, it’s hiding around that
Corner but it’s never
There.