Shoot me a speedball,
his frenetic kinetics
endlessly twisting round me frantically
with golden curious fingers
in exploration of the highs and lows
of knowledge and sincerity.
He is the sending of an impulse
deftly sprinting along chicken wire
inside a beating heart,
roaring plasmatic depths like an echo chamber all around
as he shouts and yells my name in adoration.
He is light and laughter
melted into brief elation, reprieving me of penance
He is my champion, clean, forgiven,
an explosion of silence, a trysting place
who forgives me also.
I am but a beast of burden
on the weariest of journeys
astride his interplanetary effervescence,
like a spaceship shooting off sideways
unpredictably yet tragically.
Between his concupiscent scintillating teardrops
I envision vast brass bells and canyons,
caverns screaming with light in never-ending fractals
that spiral off into nowhere, cramping
near and yet so far.
I saw lights in the sky, but they were only streetlamps,