You Want To Burn
You don’t
want me to tell you about tranquility
But I’m
going to tell you anyway
Sentimentality
aside, I want you to know
You are in
the middle of my sanity
When our
lives are drawn into a thin slice
our edges
vanish, we disremember
Forget the
walls, the paths walked in on
forget fear,
you are in my gaze
Alert as
puma, tell me about these
cakes of
pride you’ve baked, iced
In superior
swirls of accomplishment
shimmering rounds
to swipe with licks
Indulging
gut where vines grow. Let us
hang in the
moment on the muting fog
Fix our eyes
on our eyes on our eyes
where the
caption of the cave reads calm
Reach to the
stalactite, conceive nothing
forget dimensions
of living room
Where we
wonder, but just a little. Mostly
a groaning
moment, expansive, making
Off with
sense of time, keeping up with us
smack in the
middle of NOW—Strike me
In the heart
with your tantric squint
to whip up
tranquility, its burn