Out of control
adrenaline fizz, I have
to drink my way
to the other side of you.
I hold you
like a crucible like a cross
like a communion wafer
melting between tongue and teeth.
It is a beginning,
I can look for signs, portents
I can make you up, or
deal open handed with reality.
I think you are interesting
you are fascinated by me
we slip away from body’s song
from getting wet and dirty.
Three hours away
you slumber, and there is
a glacier between us:
you iridesce in corners
watching for neutrons;
I lick my wounds like a fox
screaming at uncertainty
prowling the neighbourhood
for signs of you.
I want to make you mean something
I want this to be huge
I create a cinema for us to star in,
the dragon lurks mesmerised by my power.
I take pieces of you
extract your smell from fingernails.
three hours away you slumber,
while I recover,
moment by moment.