a real natural passionate act

I went away somewhere

in my head and just stayed there

until you came along and said,

“You must be turning over some

well, intriguing and provocative

problem in there…what are you grappling with?”

I was still.

You said, “If there was something you

wanted to say, what would it be?”

I took a sip of my Riesling and said,

“That sense of being out there all alone

is a lifetime bond.”

You said, “Dreams die hard.”

I said, “I’m still in flux…still in flex.”

You said, “You can’t walk away from defeat.

Just like a cowboy can’t run away from a gunfight.”

Every atom in my body was just buzzing.

You said, “Everybody has a journey in life.  Everybody

has a journey every day.”

As I worked myself into you,

your split ends were

wrapped around my tongue.

It felt like

the ocean was bowing to us, and

the waves were obeying my c**k.

You motioned toward my neck with your

teeth and your breath reddened the skin

on my face,

but there was no sound between your thighs,

other than condensed air and the crackling

fire inside this arsonist’s heart.