Down
His
Throat
Her arm careered

Around
His
Larynx
Her fingers twirled

And
Ripped
Snatched
Yanked, pulled, vellicated

Down
the
Esophagus
went the voicebox
And into his gut, boiling over, bubbling with acid

Sarah
told
Bobby
That he overtalked

And she forced him to eat his words.

The sun will rise again
Like unintended consequence,
And arrive empty of expectation

Alien suns will navigate,
Like my heart searches for you
The frontier of the unsuspected

Please kiss me once more with light
You the everything, I the nothing
And distant stars will show the path;
In this world, all is connected.