Carried into Love, or: Crossroads

And in the space between the seconds
a tingling begins to ebb and flow --
the dusky fog of hearts entwined
invades the itching of my soul.
My present dreams are quickly faded
and with a catlike flick
the curtain of Earth's unworldly veil
is swept thoughtlessly aside --
the beyond is momentarily glimpsed,
and in the space between
this sleepy dreamer's soul
and young lovers dancing passion
rests the meaning of divine.

Thunder in my ears as
this heart flows from my chest --
that certain crush
and I am struggling,
legs dripping, gasping --
my insides mesh with hers.

A more perfect union
than the stars and heaven.

In the Afternoon

Inside of me the tempest spins
gleefully tearing my breath
from rotting lungs,
spilling life into a frozen soul,
leaving no room for rememberance.

On Saturday,
sauntering down soot black roads,
drifting across the double yellow --
this is the place where I can't be old,
where two thousand voices
scream in my mind to let it all go.