Shreds Part 2: Jersey Violet (Flight)

Out on flatland you ride away again yesterday all eaten in rearview mourned and lost.

We weren’t looking encased in thick glass we didn’t see dark gods descending with their wicked traps and evil crooning wrapped in malevolent velvet cool to the touch.

Smoke blew in the brush on the hilltop orange dawns came while we slumbered recklessly and awoke too late.

Our eyes turned too far ahead were closed darkness fell in layered veils and crushed us there. We’re lost out past all charted coasts locked in vile drifts marooned in vague eddies some distant islands creasing the edges of our horizons perhaps too far to reach.

We memorized each other and forgot it all all swallowed up in vanities we lost a closer view.

I’ll drift out here if I must wrangling lines and heavy sails if I must a little while yet some roasted weeks.

Get your mouth open push out your wails until you’ve had enough until the dim clouds between us part enough for you to see it:

It there it all crystal all nuptial all spread open all bottomless all lovely all raw, all pink our love still.

Then shoreline then collapse then leap then grasp the glory that may be then tight garlands around your throat— no chasm so deep as this no ache.

I hurt for reasons I can’t tell you yet. You’ve spilled your banks and think me blind as I should have been wrapped in gauze too sheer. So some other morning blissful in flowerbeds I’ll show you.

Drink of me, pollen skin-light my soft curves and jutting hip bones the heat in my ribcage.

I am sick with longing crippled by woe deceived by oaths waiting for a promised day which tarries.

Find what awaits in fields of violet open wind creaking life eating chaos.

Then come to me with roses in your teeth in a lush wind that clasps. Slide gently back to the place you left bellows forgotten all draped in linen and rest again.