deadly desire for
heavy-lidded gazes and lightning hands slick sliding,
grasping and groping, ground-flung from under me
all assuring this hummingbird heart
"you are wonderful, wistful, wanted"

averting anticipation of
deadpan eyes locked on distant nondescript figures,
the end was wrapped in the beginning, fumbled attempt
at a weightless chemical explosion, gravity is a cruel master - whispering
"that which goes up, must come down"

up and down and up and down and up and down
and back and forth and inside out -
round about box stepping, and white lie butterfly kissing.
seal my coffin with the mangled guts of that mixed tape,
so if i try to come back for you i'll hear
"mute your foolish heart, he was born to flee"