(Sunday Night Kitchenette)

Sizzle // Fizzle

Slip into something Satie, slide in between the shades' shadows as the reprieve from the storm grants us one last wish. Hungry felines feast on my toes too tender to try and tempt.

And just like that severe sinks into flash.

Sizzle

fizzle and

follow me under the overhang to

gorge on the heat exchange.

Soft redivivus rumble

symphonius synch of heart

and head

and hands.

Within your speech is a

literal touch

a tremble a tickle of

fiber and being and

beyond that the silence it leaves behind is austere and taciturn.

Physiological philosophies peak and prick at my skin- begging for exoneration.....

Complicated coordination inept at delivering definition deepens my needs.