It breaks the distance,

rinses itself through my chest –

the pulp of conscious, the pulse

I hold, the touch of speed, close to

 

the coast of him. I disappear –

lines scolded white light,

eyes pouring thick, flesh folded.

It runs the future of my spine.

 

I shake the distance – the colour

tasted, chattering, wordless,

a mouth armour -  and vibrate,

sedate and disappear, again and again. 

Helium faint, jut puppet.

 

My knees knock and

my hair screams, a fast firework; a thought undone to present

attack – the flat line ecstatic,

the vein rapid arson, the sky’s son –

a throat punch and mirror smash.

 

Come together, fever run

and stack – a primal stark zest

and shoot the bone – I move into this;

the crowd suspended, a kiss.