CARBON
Have you got a dime,
Or do I have to call collect
To dial back this surging lust
A staticless connection
Highwiring between faraway hearts
That tiptoe across
The perilous sinew
That ropes muscle and bone to intention
And throttles the loss
Of presence.
We’re ghosts in the night
Swaying like reeds under a full moon
And searching for lips to kiss
Sex to startle awake
And a pulse to jump start.
Are we dead?
Have we been buried under the weight
Of our failing ardor
Those promises that fall like autumn leaves
Cluttering the joy shared
And staining our skin
With the orange, yellow, and brown
Of resignation.
Winter approaches like teeth
Ready to gnaw this luscious skin
Away from these tinder skeletons
And I hope we are swallowed
By the fires of our passions.
Let’s turn to ash.
And press ourselves into coal
Because someday we might shine
Someday we might be diamonds.
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