bridges

she kept me waiting as usual but the car swung by before two i jumped in, we drove and spoke as obligated until she said 'still love you' and I knew our pretense, the bullshit was through it stung with a hornet's bluntness to swell a certain sullen organ with the necessary poison to expell its complacency and thaw its icy catatonia flint and tinder come together to spark new life into the kindling of three years so i grabbed those binoculars with which we view the past always more lucid and sublime decided to point them at her and watch: a badly feigned smile impress a devious inner wilderness such carnal freedom drove us on tempered by first love lost to the demands of the slipstream funny thing - i even played along to laugh at every curtsy she used to accompany every sniffle laced with white powder meanwhile a silent specter threatened to usurp from us our control of infinte imagination the scheming mastermind of unspoken desire and each destination on that well-studied roadmap at once familiar and exotic needless to say we were swept with erratic speed passed the skeletal remains of miami-dade neon nightlife passed the deceiving innocent or aptly appropriate pink banners of porn megastores and into a haven for drifters built on the righteous backs of shady rum-runners the theme of the florida keys: bridgesbeachesbikesbarsbikinis ambling ambling aimlessly ambling aimlessly onwards blissfully passed the motleys of wandering roosters passed the smiley smartass salesmen sun soaking softly setting shortly a day of past present future and prophetic hobos poor as shit just like Socrates and Jesus were the sun dives into the ocean we open the wine on a private inlet and the perfect day intact fades away to night remember that kindling? line thirteen i think its raging like a bonfire and dancing suggestively finally we're parked and she opens her thighs but as I descend notice tears in her eyes each a windowless sphere with turbid skies nestling their way down to fill those Virginian lips suddenly a switch locks me in place what once was the world now was only her face bringing me deeper deeper nestling my way down to fill those Virginian lips and what did i find sealed inside? that she could make eunichs blush came as a surprise but encased within each moan and tear the thick muddled fear that this tangible dream of real flesh and blood its end come too near and the black in between be too black to escape but for a day things were not that way holding each other shamelessly like only lovers and animals do