Iced Teaspoons
Love under sedation in the
anesthesia of the minutia of this version of normal
Allay the drought of want
into a pitcher of iced T swirled in compressed lemons
Scraped of the sinew of juice
like a vampire’s drained meal ticket
Imbuing the essence of sour
in the zest of skin flecks imbibed
I drink to parch the thirst
of a thousand silent sunsets melting
Into a single prayer before
my head to my pillow visualizing rather than comprising
The components of a spoon in
touch with all the seduction of a counterpart
Mechanized in an S curve of
limbs and chests to swallow
The uncomfortable Fahrenheit
fingers flickering between exposed skin
That incremental increase in
sticky summer held at the embarking of a Tuesday slumber
Endured for the pleasures of
contact igniting neurons like cattle on stampede
Barreling over the precipice
of dream land with a fervor of collective pursuit
To a similar never land where
the two utensils of you in measured rapture
Could dream in a parallel
path towards mutual joy bursting in dandelion precipitation
As if blowing the stems of a
billion flowers and each parachute seeded petal a wish
That has culminated in the
fruition of that mutual vision
This beatitude imbued upon a
dreamscape dwarfs that uncomfortable layer of swelter
Like a shelter to hold you
close even when you allow for the refreshing distance of body parts
The background of penitent
gratitude to God for this proximity to heaven’s reach
Transforms the coffin-like
stance on mattress empty of hand into that of a connection
Welded with life itself
refreshing in ice blocks and lemon drop seeds and time knots
To rationalize the empty expanse
in shaken hands like a barter completed amongst adults
That I would make over and
over again if the contract was offered
Staring at the steaming
coolness of the corresponding empty pillow of this king sized bed
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