Assumption Combustion

Circling in supposition, hovering for a landing place

A runway amongst the traffic of honking goose-down accords

Soft in sight and commonly distant and taken

Fresh lips stuck to other moving men

An arm, a ring finger, a glance while standing alone

For a motion to the counterpart approaching

In my deaf silence with mouths undulating messages

Into smiles and welcoming kisses drenched in censure

To my approach of another shaken thought clenched

Under foot to stamp out projection into an open countryside

With a roadway and a passenger seat occupied

With the shoulder belt abreast in line to the curvature of

A sentiment expressed without sound belonging to another

But a sound heard inside my own eardrums

Bursting in connection that the radio had competition

But delayed landings continue as the weather dries out the winter’s grip

Fog shrouds the chatter hoping for a soap box

To stand before the spectators as applicants

To rip open the words inside rib cages

Like stretched plastic bags of frozen vegetables

Of concealed greens, yellows, and oranges pent beneath

The frames of commercial marketing and dietary factoids

To unleash the content of a soul’s story read out in the light of the sun’s caress

And a sorted placement could be arranged between

Strangers standing in silence to bask in such new-found nutritional content

To fulfill the famished with human knowledge of substance

Not bathed in glamour or candy-coated congealed fabricated frocks

But raw individualism stampeding outward with the tone of an open ended question

Perusing the concert halls of a previous alien’s identity

To channel Puccini and expand the embrace of a glance to entwine

The fingers of lips upon a shoulder to turn in correspondence

And welcome someone new into a life exposed