Wopsononock

1.      

The sun hung low

All Spring

Mist twisted

Amongst wood arms

And I asked

If you wanted to live

 

We drove

Up Wopsononock

Beneath the crackling

Of the city’s veins

A path was cleared

The track-marks of progress

 

At the end

A glacial outcrop

Nestled on the mountain

We opened a red

And you smoked, I didn’t

But I breathed it all in

 

2.      

The charge of lips first meeting is something sacred. It is a ritual between unconnected bodies, at which point, they embrace the same wavelength, the same current of electricity. It is blue. It is blue like lightning called down to touch a mountain. And it will never be as potent again.

3.    

 

We finished the wine

And I said to her:

Smash the bottle

She asked, why?

I said:

Do you want to live?

She replied, yes

And broke the bottle into

A hundred dancing galaxies

 

We left the earth

And freed ourselves

From convention

And for that moment

We lived

And we left