Things That Tempt

I long for the shores of Europe,
So as to dive into its azure twilight night
And curse for the paragons of selflessness
There will be olive trees and the smell of beer
I dream of something more potent than alcohol
And more vast than your thoughts across the night
The hot bright fermentation of touch splitting the sky

I hope for dimly lit cafes,
Where I’ll meet the sinister stars
And we’ll dance into the soft air of May
I’ll tell you life is but a wink of stars, a wink of your eye
There will be a mutiny of words as our touch begets silence
Your lips will quiver as you feel a creature crawling upon them
It will be a spider traveling far and we’ll look for it as it travels far

I look to the Rocky Mountains
And get lost in cotton candy moonshine
Because I travel far, very far disheveled like a Beat
It’s here where I smell how the earth is nubile and full-blooded
I’ve found god, where her breast rises to meet the horizon of the sky
We count the ivory napes of peaks as the flora trembles beneath Pan’s feet
He goes back down to play his lyre in the saloon and the melody counts to always.