Justife Poetry Jan. 7th 7:20pm

I lifted two styrofoam cups from the trash and let 'em linger on the horizon / spanned the length of the two with 18 lb. thread / knotted the ends with hook line and sinker receivers dubbed "Bountiful Barbwire" and / subjugated my ear to the mouth piece / in an attempt to make out anything of her whisper / from the other side of the mountains fortunately not the casper I imagined / with hope and a foundation were audiofied as molehills might as well be blisters / through the verb' of the fine line distance becomes as circular as time and / she feels close enough / I don't know why I can't just reach out and kiss her / remind myself that she knows where the isles are / she knows where the loft is / that it's only days 'til she joins us on this misted earth / in the heat of the shirtless mirth / among the wavering calling out to her hands abound the rails of this blessed berth / she is so close and accelerating in accentuated spurts / you know we can feel you and the healing you imbue / so the pain we can endure 'cause we'll feel the breeze of the purr and the mew of you soon / no more hurt or dust storms presumed / no more dirt that filthies us / only a dirt that empowers and amuses / a scuff of the land champagne sparkling inside of us / a rough flick of the wrist and a bounce of the hand that questions and understands / succumbs to our dance as it itself seduces us...in other words, I've got guts grown with a lust for your gust ravenous with your musk them prerogatives so instinctual that they become a must.