our sparks ascended the green mountain
following the path of life,
gazing at a torrid flame atop the earthly hill,
converging in a dance of queer desire.
under a riotous moon, full as each’s soul,
we crashed into each other
provoking a disturbance in the skies
in a collapse of lust,
an explosion of joy,
an exploration of what it means
to be free.

i heard rain and tears hitting polyester
in arms of comfort and affinity –
an effusion of emotion
bearing the lacerations
of a fucked up civilization
in unity unmaking isolation.
i was falling apart
but then we fell together,
our defiant headlamps finding footholds
out of this rank and dismal trench
hands linked tightly, climbing, climbing up.

camping in the semblance of a world to come,
lost in lunacy, our forms interlaced
in an electric impulse of passion –
an erotic concussion
exchanging spit and light,
revitalizing each spirit to fight
in the gloom of the overcast night.
this avian affair arousing ardor,
this eruption of enamor
will change life as life changes it,
destinations diverged
but particles surely now entangled –
and these kindred moths
will fly away doggedly
towards the dawn’s liberation.