the 4th installment of the "only friend" poems.

IV.

/the avenue
can still be loving! a goodbye
can open our iris’
and fly through the night. the ringing of its attention
opens all everyone’s ears. time might even slow.
I'm still sweet too! the rainbow is still standing!
I can still step in time with my choice chariot!
I don’t ignore the bells of tomorrow, rocking me barefoot
in a love field and out into the hall
of white rain. cant two young kids
become lovers? its not girls on the beach
and boys strangely walking on hot stones,
its lovers sweetly flying in orgasm flower-beds.
/a falling feeling, like trying to spike your arms and hitting
your chest. a pain that ends the rest, its always bitter-sweet
and I always catch you tasting that.
I'm your only station
pulling into your arresting silence
caught up in your hammocked clothes.
our pulses are rhyming each other
and breathe the sun to feed our world dreams.
/whisper.
love me, I want you,
I’ll touch you back, always returning in the morning
so sweet shining through the window of your room.
re-born
with the wind warm
and twisted with wine,
twenty mansions of my love are there playing bold
roulette with our flowered fuck.