These new territories toxic as liquid gold or
phantasms with no name. Down by a dusted
ferry terminal for yesterday’s new deliveries.†
File these hopes under miscellaneous cargo –
or send them to me, cash on delivery. Lovers
mingle with the lonely in a crowd. Bastilles
stormed or raided for supplies. Written on a
body – all of our previous dalliances. Dances
like layers of an onion or an old lemon skin.
Years of washing fears away. Becoming one.
Step away from breathing. Remember every
Caress. Every needle of pain & redemption.
A train arrives but it does not stop. Ignited.