day eighty four.there was a frequency in the air that sizzled the way telephone wires do
when i picked up the electric buzz your body generated next to mine.
swam in it for awhile; curiously mistook the hub of electrolytes
dancing ionized glory on the surface of your skin
for something far less superior, or more.
and i swear, i swear our continuance shifted. i swear that the wander of wavelengths
radiating from the base of your throat rendered itself the course of grace.
dawn frowned upon day like it wasn't supposed to be there
just yet. night creeped the covers of cosmic daze.
and all the while,
you just cracked and popped in time-strewn intervals dimly, vaguely
here and there,
here and there.