Unsettled bills and a tantrum
as four leaves enclose our bungalow.

I sheltered your Madrid placid
neon signs as the rain was coming through
the orchard occipital lobe’s genius.

You are an ancient star,
one I wonder who had gone
too far; to see.

A motion blurred reactionary dichotomy
segregated in seven cisterns,
It was your sister who, at Hy Vee
gave the goddesses their crowns.

While you lay lying low,
feeding them Tofurkys
behind the ivory palace stairs.

The moist sun blooms,
with night its sexual fantasy,
and sputters her embrace
around a world;

I spit.

And what follows
colludes with indeterminate orgasm
as peach pie bakes
in the oven of my mind’s invention.

We whip cream,
and eat the fat of our nostalgia.

And Heaven
cracks like an egg;
and the stars begin to crumble,
into powdered sugar rain

Sifted through a cerulean sky.

Our insecurities; dismantled chromosomes
and

phosphorescent sunlight,
shining over the peaks of our arousal,
that moistened moment
when gravity deletes
all memories of past.

The rebound state of re-action, causality, inhibition,
and

Suddenly entrenched in this
war

State of volatility;
union in disrepair,
fearing. Flightful
after a sudden realization
that everything could
be swept beneath the rug

In an instant.

But you stayed,
I am so happy you stayed.

Your inner thigh,
with moist desire,
tempting me.

And an aroused
multiplication of
neural firings.

Neutron stars.

Your gaze
meets mine;
and in this
stoppage
of time;

Our lips touch,
as if
for the first time,
where words

Proclaim unity.

Beauty enough to describe
the intricate workings of
my mind’s eye;

An extraction of pure gold
for our wedding rings,
from ore;
from our;
promised commitment.

Love has wings,
and as we fly,
through the valley
of death, destruction, and war,
even in the worst of times;
our love will bear us up.