A kaleidoscope of 90 degree angles
Give way to pattern of two four two one two
Outstretched limbs cover the soiled spread
As ESPN relentlessly plays on
Below fingers pound plastic coated strokes with fervor
Desperate to keep pace in the human promise of sacrifice
A silhouette in terry cloth garments emerges
Drenched in the day’s end and towel wet strands
CNN boasts market finishes and recent casualties
A light fades to dim
One soul turns corners of covers
On street level the sounds reverb and clamor with shrieks and laughter
Black mirrors merge into the backdrop of the city sky
Reflecting the eager energy to be something
A red light placed in the sill to the left
Perhaps unintentional but one has to speculate
The skeletons that pretend to be ghosts between four walls
Porn blasts across from across the alley
Drawn drapes don’t disguise addiction
Five four two
An aluminum can of wasted promise and regret in hand
Embers burn and fall to the ground
A smoker’s perch of many obscurities to observe
View from 1407
Ice smacks and greets the 4 corners which contains it's frozen particles
The pipes play like a trumpeted chamber releasing the bubbles of air
To push through tiny spaces
Oscillating fans hum and quietly blanket the concrete space between entry and light
A petite but intentionally and cheerful placed bell above chimes in, resonating in playful fodder
From the hollowed Space, the pipes again compliment in certain delight
Just as soft breath turns to a somber rest of subconscious
I can feel him slip off to another place
Where the mind entices and knows no barriers or walls beyond decay
He is alive and at peace as he leaves the incased contents of life
I find myself mimicking his breath meditating on the flesh that charges mine so rapidly to accelerated temperatures
Atoms explode and energy moves
Chime goes the bell, reminder of the quiet but rejoicing earthful song
The night is as much alive as the day
Bark for bark, dogs make final agreements in the distance
He turns into me, our lips only inches, hands rest upon breasts
I watch him in the shadows as swayful blinds kiss his skin with moonlit struck glimpses
A lion in the city
Strong jaw, plush pillows of mouth
He is marked with difference
His hamster wheel finally rests as the night strikes on in symphony
Intoxicated in the moment, my body and mind at constant volley of precedence, the subconscious triumphs and I join him in perfect rest
The dance continues to take place, subliminally aware of the shared space
Toss and turn in a perfect waltz
Falling into curves and draped hips and thighs, taking cat like shapes
Until the morning brings new promise of yet another wonderful opportunity to plant a seed of promise for those who thirst life
Every experience with him takes roots of self refection and bouncing mimicking hands presenting the gift to factory joy for the who can't live beyond cracks, ticking hands, to do lists and motionless time travel
I'm thankful for the release, the amazing connect, and the ability to spread my wings again, knowing the moment was flawless and different as each one has been before.