lucid as moonshine

[figure11]

she speaks in fantasy
eyes lucid as moonshine
it’s easy to abandon compasses
this yearning from deep in my center

spreads through my thighs
my garage door lashes
can’t help but slide shut
with a proclamation of surprise

let your story wander
I’ll ascend from the bliss
such an electrocution I survived
compares lightning to pastel

it’s running through me;
a certain velocity of madness
my heartbeat grows deafening
painting my steam orgasmic

is this lightning or something without cure?
she speaks in fantasy
and sometimes I believe her



{p.w.}