This is so much spinning
Dancing spirals towards an imagined center
Like a ballerina music box
On an old record player
On a carnival carousel

There is beauty in our imbalance
As we dance within the distance
Of warm breath
I stare at your full lips

We touch now and then
In the shifting dark
Of street lights
And fire pits

I like it when we crash
Crash hips
Crash shoulders
Crash ears and drag of cheeck

I imagine you are smiling
Because my beard tickles when this happens
And I want to pull you close

But If I do I know I will keep you
You need your movement
And I need to see you smile

You lift your arms into the air
And shake your head
Your white teeth blur like a comet

Kiss me again you stop motion monster
More perfect the farther you are away
How I run chicken headless when you leave me
And just hum when you are near
Like the molecules in my body
Are vibrating preparation
For the dancing

Release my tension
With your ripcord beauty
Calm me with the crash into
Your celestial body

I want to squeeze your ***
In the passing

Maybe just slap it

But you are practiced in motion
And I miss

So I pray that in passing
In dancing
In crashing
We kiss

Get stuck
In something more than
the forever of falling
and spinning
and dancing

Pull me into your event horizon

Or let me pull you into mine

and so I'll catch the next train
ride a buzz to Tuscan, AZ
where everything looks the same
except the sunrise,
which always changes your mind,
into gold!
and although it's been sold,
you can still reattain
coaxed and waxed,
old souls
We're estranged

and when it rose that's when I knew
I'd always sing of you
sea swept over me
covered me in
hopeless romanticities
when it rose, I knew

I smoke my last cigarette
Fill my lungs with regret
and lunacies
an inescapable dream
I always knew it'd just be me
leaning against the door of an old Chevy
praying the heat won't **** me
but secretly hoping so
I feel it burning through the soles of my feet
something that was just meant to be
but the king knows his place
and I've no say

we're under the same watchful sky,
you and me

What now, starlight?
What say you to these never-ending
Elegies of long and lonely
Dreaming
Fueled by your fingertips
That have circled every lock of her
Midnight hair
That failed to glisten in all
The right ways
To keep your guilty
Conscience
At bay?
She could cut your tongue
For all the misleading
Love it spent
& you would still sing
Of nothing but
The sweet
& very, very
Low.