Kingsfoil
You sing me morning dove lullabies on a Kingsfoil night
after spending the day with my hand in your back pocket
watching your Ferris Wheel halo and cotton candy smile
and thinking that our love is as fragile as a
shopping center carnival goldfish
or as angry as a South Pacific coconut land crab \so close to the coast where we spread out beach towels
and look past the waves to the west
It is no secret that you are my Achilles heel kryptonite
in our combat boot love affair rich with
depth charge kisses and camouflage espionage
and rather than hitching a ride from a funeral procession
we hotwire a 1976 Duster and its racing stripes and snakeskin roof
and when we can’t drive another mile or town
we click the dashboard mounted player to track 1 of
‘Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy’
driving between sunsets and city limits
arguing which one of us is which
and questioning whether our love is still
green and growing or dry and gone
my words gasoline and your touch a lit match
needing to set fire to ourselves in order to
have light to read the map
that will take us back to the shore where our love can bloom or
at least tread water
or to the middle of the planet where it will
die among the empty sand dunes
but not knowing which we throw our rope from
our Tower of Babel to a Tower of Silence
and walk the tightrope between
misunderstanding and the bleaching bones of the dead
where my fear of dying alone is replaced with
a fear of dying without you
we become each other’s’ incubus and succubus
hovering in unison and trying to spawn a fulfilling forever
from erotic evil dreams
and scraping the dirt beneath us while prowling for hope
refusing to throw in the beach towel as we’ve done
too many times before
“Kingsfoil” originally appeared as the winning piece in the ‘Iron Writer Summer Equinox Challenge’ 2013 and is included in my book, “More Pennies Than Water”, available at Amazon in Kindle format:
http://www.amazon.com/More-Pennies-Than-Water-collection-ebook/dp/B00I55Y1K2
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