Homeward

Tish pops peppermint gum, skirts tight and sexy. I gaze

and fall an empty soul. We lock eyes and camp a vibration,

ever and anon. But I’m tied to a fortune, a dove with

ghostly glares.

We quaff a Pepsi and laugh, ever in flux, a needle and

thread. I fail to leave topaz charms, a gulf of prayers, and

blackdamp tears. Ever we live, bolted hearts, stirring suns—

my life. 

Did you feel, my love: “Yes, I felt, my love.”

This world, a loaf of chi, smaze and stars, a-fever breathing.

I see us, kicking against a fence—a light is loud.

Hear a mystic, a love of sullen passions, crying: I love you.

Our dance unsung, drifting through the meadows—at last.

A wind has nailed into a stanza, ink is grieving, speaking of

joy. We switch tones, agile and rapid, pulling forces.

My ballad love, quick to reach, at peace with kindled souls.