Time Out of Time

Gone lit-up-light-of- nothing peculiar we-you-and this sewing tight the nebulous. Salted tongues of silence, pillow-sex for the nearly departed. Adjust body-images, fill cupped hands with day and nightly needs. Arms shrouded in animal skins, see the bones of long gnawed desires? Rhythms, be thee in-sync, REM cycles of desire be thee loosely hitched to mutuality. Grind not - just yet. Making it, doing it feeling your it-ness, our conjoined selfsameness. The mind has invisible mountains. let us jump, just I and that familiarity of a former you, go leap, both riding shotgun, with flammable double-barreled begetting’s. We do, we slip in and out of empty shells smudged by the powder burns of spent emotions. We-are-this-long gone togetherness, meeting again in an overdue daydream embedded within a night-ride, exposed way behind the optics, playing the black keys on high tide crests, tunnel visions narrowing to ne-plus-ultra disclosures. We the cross-hearts, cross-stitching reality, time out of time, yet again.