Spark

Wake-up, stab sideways, try to writhe, up you glide, with arms bent
curved, hugging, the smallest part bent in, pulled, arching
like birds, necks curve, leaning over a shoulder into the depth, a breath
deep  into my lungs, I take you, to the deepest place, cheeks touch
then I wake up, and remember.

I try to purge your essence, sweet liquor in the gut, you hang on,
in the corners, only where I can feel
jerks and twists, but I resist, smarter than all the eggs
weighed down, your basket edges sag,
yet here I am, still alive.

Ask me if I know about being the last face that wants to be
obscene on your scene, too real, you said to grow I needed to feel pain.
You preened, peered, weighed the vision
but did you listen to my stories, unfolded for you brick by brick
I placed flagstones at your feet, hoping to create a path way home.

I thought I found kin in the wilderness, a child of the universe,
my lost chunk of night howling rock n roll soul,
a mentor and twin, the most simple and complicated -
with you, I would run off the tracks, pull the wheel pins
go back 15 years, and find you.

I want to be the spark of 10,000 eyes, to hope
mine shine the brightest to catch you in the night
even as the dream fades.
Four-leaf clover, trailer troller, beat making geek,
what happened to sunsets, alleys and Copenhagen?