Next
by Howard James Miller III
1:
we crash together
twisting metallic emotions
meshed upon impact
forcefully against the other
ones that give support
careening down
lips, chest, abdomen
to that supple place
always between
our thoughts and souls
wind to glass
tire to steel
burning red sirens
resounding
2:
your being
a pit for my fire
built of polished stone
hand and sweat
the sealing mortar
holding me
for such sacred seconds
as diverse pieces penetrate
on a night together
as two building one
soil and shape
flesh and form
vivid hearth's fire
resounding