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 summerness
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 else but
touching her skin.
rippling black-water hair
she danced on the core of my consciousness
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
seeing her with me
over and over
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