Ripcord

Yanking the ripcord letting the wind out of my lungs
    A wet hiss coagulated kiss
Escapes slightly parted lips
    Stuck in the last words
That fell from your mouth   
    My mind is in a chokehold
Shattering the glass of the hour
    Into resonating pitches
Screaming for some kind of clarity
    In the descent of this imagined ascension
The wind takes on a new current
    While the stars blink in their last moments
Tens of thousands wish
    Tens of thousands miss the mark
When they speak hastily of desires
    Ignoring the magic that casts me in this mold
Created by your succulent mouth
    watching it move speaking to me in some kind of loose tongue
I try to decipher your message
    Running my hands along the crevices of your body
In this world the blind are truly blessed
    Heightened with their own sense of sceneries
Own sense of intonations seeing blank stares
    That try to evade white eyes
That can see right through
    Deception
False pretense
    Feigned affections
And broken promises that cross fingers behind backs
    Mocking eyes
That see no reality
    That know nothing of a last breath
    Of a simmering smile
    To a heartless vagabond
That dons his rags with glee
    Reeking with the stench of humanities throw aways
These things these scenes are what lay behind my head
    That c***s itself to the side
Questioning intentions
    Wondering what it feels like to suck on
That bottom lip
    Sticky?
Wet?
    Sweet?
Sour?
    Hot?
Fire boils within these loins
    These loins of idle dreams
Idle dreams twisting in sweaty sheets
    Hugging pillows for warmth
Inside one too many cold lonely nights
    Falling to the end of the rainbows
That have way too many curves
    Way too many choices
With too little reward for this fool
    Who exudes so much needing
So much wanting
    Of the human touch
Breathing very deeply from the breath held
    Deep inside where fear knows just where to hide
In my bodily realm
    Where the only treasures to be found
Lay tightly bound in that chokehold
    Round my heart
That beats for no more lonesome sleep
    For no more guiding sheep
    For no more beguiling ways
That lead my mind astray   
    So that’s what led me here
The simple leer of a beckoning mouth
    That spoke a last goodbye
When my heart finally stops its lies
    And speaks about its need
Its own desire to light nightly fires
    Between the lovers loins
Who have run way too fast into this memory
    That will soon burn out just like
That stars last moments of wishful glory.