Elysia
it was a strange awakening
glass sharp
we rode tandem through the blur of an old film
she breathed promises on the back of my neck
laughing
the air tingled with sepia summer-ness
drifting bon-fire smoke
cut grass
hushed kisses
virgin brushed lips
she was August in December
heat through ice
drawing me into her like liquid
I ached to lie there
closer than I could be
stay there
be long there
hippy jewel in a thorny-crown town
elevated
I was the Walker-on-Water
first Man-on-Mars
doing anything
if I’d wanted to be doing anything but
touching her skin
Elysia
dark
deep
sleepless eyes
rippling black-water hair
dancing me
searing the core of my existence
gathering me
flying me hard and fast
sky skimming our skin
to a moon so big
you couldn’t blank it out
with your hand
there were no choices
just her
and my need
greed
passion-poured
pawed
lips and loins
life-forced
felled
I lay
a crumpled flower-child
burnt out
ripped up
stripped down
shielding my face from her indifference
watching her silhouette into the sun
living
seeing her with me
seeing me with her
over and over
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