Jumping off

The city pulses, my ribcage sings.
Prickling heat, like the itch of a wedding ring.
Inside you are stable. Floating in neon.
Picking religions out of your teeth.
Bend, duck cover, pray.
Snapping a sour sentence that sounded right in your skull.
Your universe now much maligned.
An aftermath grows likes vines through your veins.
Pull me in close and kiss me into sand.
Pouring over you like tiny diamonds.
Close your eyes, wanting to be wrong.
Sing that song.
The one with Monroe and the stars aligning.
Kick out the legs from under me and shoot us to the moon.
Past everything I don’t understand.
Leaving the heaving world behind, dry like the top of your mouth.
And cast a spell, choke up a prayer bead.
To cover them in milk and honey.
Setting the truth and hope monsters free.
And let us escape around the sun.

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2 thoughts on “Jumping off

  1. Beautiful, crystalline words. I love the vision of being stable is like floating. And magical kisses feeling as your turning in swift particles of sand.
    I love your oasis poems. Dreamy lust for the dreamers. And safe and nurturing for wounded hearts.

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