all in

Don't be alarmed, baby,
but I can't think of a better thing
to blister and bleed for than the fire
that is you, slowly smoldering,
searing me within an inch of my life:

two minutes in, and we are
in the backseat of the Chevy,
pawing, pulling, ripping, tearing,
swearing, sweating, screaming,
grinding, grating, pushing;
and the whole world, spinning
out of control around us, and
it's a wonder that no one has
found us, but we don't know a
thing, we only know each other,
off on a quest to discover all we
can find in between the space that is
no longer space between us, and
our eyes lose focus, and our hearts
take flight from us, and everything
else disappears, and sound is only
a hum of two breathless bodies
colliding, and all around us the world
is subsiding into something we once
knew, a place we used to be, way back
before we were all in.



February 25, 2009.

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