Bloom

To my Leon acetate burned through your temple in a blue curl I could see it visible as the flash and glitz you used to love isn’t that ironic you would have thought so you would have raa raa’d and judged in that deep rumbling bubbling of yours I remember bumbling grasping it distilled in feeling through your polyester tanks black enough to sink with the Alcantara seats ribbed tickling my skin ear frame after your wayfaring as you put it making building and all the ruminants of the stars will be ours one day your humid intimacy beguiles me we never had much well you had nothing noticeably noting even on remember that day you said you were a maneuver of words I word agree this will never be read a deliverance can’t make it through flames so yes I write to

you when I met you on the blue platform to Wilmington with cables criss crossing the sky lattices rendered in ferric barbs no matter because my love my love was whole and not yet rubbed raw across the dimming reddening across the sky above contrasting colors which are complimentary bursting you told me bum bum bum the blue contour the rushing rocking bodies shuttering a choo choo training to become someone something else somewhere else I saw gaps but they were gasps momentary you stationary do you know how film movies move remember Forrest Gump slippery hands on me screen shuttering stuttering slowing freezing the inside now frames basking the theater you me in patches of Technicolor your jaw cherry red blossoming but I love more the dark moments five o clock your determination clenching escorting onto the next frame so without

the gaps how would I have seen you and gasped at that station freeze between the cabin steps frames collating into your humid intimacy beguiling bagel breath ha ha on it everything so I will build a house of clips newspapers film cards flimsy flitty things flat memories slicing away my contextual flesh too many dimensions like bologna shaved a formless roll there is no pig left to witness you I form cards in a dimensionless universe mine own

to keep our first words across the platform tracks approaching now crossing wanna share a pack of cloves I found that marvelous just pull on a cardigan my poet sure you have one muscles rippling ripping the cable over the station barbs it knit that used to make me laugh too so you’re telling me that a cable knit that sweater but I said yes a million times yes dribble in my throat and you saw the fire fanatically in your eyes just a spark twisting turning reflecting from mine lighting us when I met you on the blue platform to Wilmington the smoke now galvanizing twirling to impress inspire you in human turns rupturing its airy back just to disappear into the dimming reddening blushing muses always suck it in I breathed in your affectation not admired it red now inside blossoming before my lips cherry and magenta laugh wrinkles disappear in laugh crinkles in time does it become harder to laugh into me

into into that day running ninety five Togman Street with the Polaroid rainbow stripes and all I know was the last of your money but Avey I can always make more to spend your jumbling words collapsing deliverance of a message you promise one day a review will review but you’re mine now and I can’t keep you forever you say but why Leon six feet oh looks of a fox with a kind of face oh why can’t you keep me forever a tin foil next ripping salivating between your teeth I lean up ginger grace putting the package in place get ready but I’m not vixen eyes in the lens burrowing deep into plasticine scrivener of the screw brown blue black blanched almond ten teen minutes China rose amaranth candy apple fulvous chartreuse appearing a bruise imprint watery Polaroid the name of the producer is the produced nine frames you shake wringing the last of the ink out blushing my bones baby sucks every drop I kiss the bottom ledge your wallet holds me worth more than any card or wad to me thank you I love it you’re

always in mine pocket but what your heart but what my pocket what my heart where is my frame nine left of ten so I fill in what you take remember laughing through the coffee table remember one thirty five bench purple polish mouth extended in a breath towards you remember to say please after every item at the taqueria never that taqueria flickering eyes you call stars the average color of the universe is cosmic latte we morning cups stacked in bed am I your world dip drink savor revel word remember head headstands understands you Dave Matthews concert blue

then crash dun dun dun that’s your bass into me dark headlamps pig iron beams wrought over head into me industrial they say into me sloshing over a sea of beanies into me slipping molly blooming molly sleeping blossoming yes into me let’s get out of here against the silvered wall I cannot move you are my height now off the stage lifting me on a pedestal your pillar now on the stage cheers our fingers cutting the strum two chords discordant ringing because cheers our fingers cannot be in perfect sync now reverberating strings cannot sing without being wound tight your hand must be on top of mine into me to guide into the dark lights on now off into me into me into a

clearing morning climate middle March you are all silent still in crouch on the couch gentlest huffs and encroach outside where my feet are now wet but no it is not from rain pearls of the greater above it is heavenly rushing from the concert last night four step in the asphalt tarred not yet flailing flurries descending to our eyelids lips licks cherry frosting we will eat once inside you promise a little white flushing rushing between interwoven legs melding into puddles on the tarred asphalt the snow is dead upon arrival there will be no snowman I look above now a beginning middle end across the maybe morning stars just one wire strumming in the blue breeze pla pla pla above below the cloudless sky trees figments branching fig filaments are laden with night breezes of dreams whisper dallies of snow to me below and do not stop it keeps snowing in the morning with no snow time does not travel linearly it is still winter above it is still beautiful Leon you would have described it like when you first saw me but that was a long long time ago the ground is dry there is no snow only the fragments filaments of you that I do not remember as

dark seats tickling reaching deep me inside stop no so I do not regret the day I set your sunnies to flame no anger only shanty eyes two glowing orbs the cellulose acetate down your temples a shanty deliverance can’t make it through flames flickers tears for nothing shanty only empty deliverances float above the smoke a cherry red blossoming Avey.