Liaison

The chariot's lull,

the Sun sets the wheels
& words abrupt,
a blanket of grit
on cooling flesh...

talk is cheap & short,
sharpened on a belt
pulled away
with a slide & a point...

discussion as movement,
sublime in tentacled
freedom searching,
the night is a mind
of a million miles:

the canopy chatters
a whisper of morning
coming.

A shot in the dark:

ridiculous sight, the motor sputter,
dismount the lout with sniper sense,

my exit wound shines
her creaming shriek of sky & valley,
our bedding hums a ground of stars.

Crickets chirp the will to nubs,
a stifled moan that boots the dawn,
lost in a sheath of hope & t.witching:

tongue & growl
on a neck of moon,
cleavered lay of sidelong glance,
bound to a time
before the hymned-out
creeping bore way,

honey-tipped roar
of songs to ride
for oil & heat,

a sheen of ice & motivation,
drip a hook to sweet the gully.

Sheets in flight
for blanket Sun,

the engine sighs
the chariot's light.