Wake up: (slap)

 

 

We were on a directionless bullet train,

lovers exposed to fast want,
bone thin on the intellect of our own affair,
we hid behind the edge of mature time.

Dangling unskilled between our breasts,
we never took the time to see ahead
of our own bodies freely exposed to each other,
in uncompromising saltiness and sex.

In our dim lit room they called us
the unenlightened, but we drank wine
and making a mockery of the morning and
evening we relished in unenlighten-ness.

Overstuffed with our own egos,
the jar cracked and the ingredients ran
out onto the floor,
     -leaving the mold behind.

If time was to teach us, let it try,
but time will teach accidently, bluntly,
we did not travel with time in one direction,
our polestar was only two heart's touching,
refusal was the strength of the young.

Yet, time passes even for lovers,
imbibing on the juices of passion, we forgot
passion's danger, when it twisted into passiveness
for other things. passiveness twisted into restlessness,
time became small.

We became small ourselves, too small
to see what hearts felt fading to a singular point,
we paused to breath, we took a breath to pause.

Becoming larger than our hearts, out of necessity,
lovers with no desire to part,
we had to strangle each other, sit on each
other until the breath was gone.

Struggling for air, we blocked love
from going in different directions,
our hearts still beating near each other
but not together, passion in metamorphosis.

We gathered the knowledge we needed
while we were young and naive,
the best endings were comfort without risk.
we sat still over time consuming the juice
of desires, reaching fullness.

Overstuffed with our own familiarity,
we cracked and ran out onto the floor
     -leaving the mold behind.

Mark David Jordan, 1990's, revised 2011