Rhapsody To Our Flesh

yes it’s pretty great

the yearning / the leaning in

the pupils black and hungry / I too

experience those flutterings and

murmurs / as if the cage

of the chest is filled with

movement / like a forest

at dusk

but the spirit within / the smoke

of bats from the cavern’s

chimney / the tumbling stars

riveted on the motorcycle jacket

that Night slings over her

shoulders / the electric thread

which cuts its course / along the

firebreak of eternity

which part do I want you

to remember / which part

the ever fading flame

or the burning one