When the moon is ripe
    I wonder what it may be like
           to kiss you|suddenly|softly.
       The moment is slow___
             yet contests my racing heart
                     & I know therein lies fantasy

   I wonder at my own desires,
          bespelled by ancient oaths
                   We’re bound so
          [I know you’ll keep them]

                   There are melted passions
                       strewn across my tongue
                         wet and pliable  [for you]
              If I wanted to play God I could not
                     though my wish would be not
                              for power but time travel
                                           & distance span

                 Madness simultaneously
                                    consumes &
                                   reveals all
                         lit like luminol
                  Let’s batter down these walls
                                   &   if we couldn’t
                let’s make love before × them



12 thoughts on “Ubiquitous

  1. Probably goes without saying after a flurry of likes but I really enjoy your writing—the pace, the tones, the shapes, the notions. It has a… slippery tangibility. I could say this on any of your pieces but I think this is the first one I came across, so here we are.

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