Teetering on the Edge of A Flat Earth

Amidst the abstractions and vacant dwellings
The cosmic overture whispers a timeless anthem,
Beseeched into existence.
Stretched over eons, a breathless expansion
Of silent orbs in unbloodied revolution.
Dimly lit laughter and
Dim-witted banter ride plumes of smoke
Up into their dereliction.
The clatter moves in waves and flows like the tide,
1:30 AM I see the high-water mark
The demarcation between yesterday and tomorrow.
Where solitude folds the distance between each thought.
And all those who cling to another
Or cling to a drink
Are the envy of those empty-handed.

“Would it surprise you if the stars look
Down on us with the same bewildered curiosity
As we look up at them?”
My voice cringing in the back of my throat
Like a naked boy giving a speech
Her thin sleek neck exposed triumphant
In silent irony,
Tipping back the last of her beverage.
My martyred sentences surrender
To her agnosticism.

Cruel gravity shifting beneath our unequilibrium
At the solstice of a shared dream.
The stars evoke their glib opulence
She refuses to see
And I lack the ability to make her
I’m ready to retreat to a cold empty bed
Warmed only by a snoring dog.
The echo of our footsteps finds no company
Brick and concrete, cold as her surreptitious hand
Reaching for mine
Is this an unexpected inauguration
To become a memory misremembered in our winter?
In the carriage of a moment lost
A sound unheard
A word unspoken
A sign unheeded
Lips unkissed

I will my mouth to be the voiceless harbinger
Breathing my mythology into existence
A castle built from grandiose ideas and exaggerated tales
Toppled by a light breeze.
The luminance of her eyes reflect
Like moonlight on a rippling pool of poisonous argent mercury
The stars awaken from their languor
Witness to a dark confession
Holding their collective breath
An inch or a light-year makes no difference
In the space between.
Our gravity submitting, warps time and space.
Planets collide, as do stars and galaxies
Maybe even universes
And tonight, our lips.

The intolerance of time
Pulling a thread faster and faster
Unwinding until our silky friction
Rubs flesh raw to the bone
As yet, unshattered glass
She bites into me bringing a welcomed pain
Drowning in a rebellion of thoughts
The litigation of self within self
Gaveled to silence by her touch
Her reckless disorder pulls me into a wandering maze
Where we both shed our modesties

I can’t smother her enough pushing with all my weight
She wraps her legs around me and pulls.
I dig so deep when I look up there’s only black
And maybe that’s what she wants.
The further away we get the less I recognize
Sounds I’ve never made, grunting like a wild beast
Without thought I reach for her throat
She urges me to squeeze
Her mouth opened as if a notion is on the tip of her tongue
But now misplaced
Gone into the ether where all things fleeting die
Amidst the sunken ships and sea monsters
Surrounded by fog,
Teetering on the edge of a flat earth
Running to something
Just as hard as running away
An unseeable truth
My greediness wants to take and take
And her greediness wants to give
Defragmenting together into a billion pieces
Laid bare,
Stripped naked
Eyes clenched
Nails dug into skin

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