“Super 8”
I’ve seen the beauty of evasiveness.
That pure lack of intensified delight.
Always leaving our tongues
leading us to something half dark,
half human, with all the push and pull left in tact.
And maybe this time you fade to black;
the soft grain consumes my field of vision or I look to my left for just one second.
Maybe this time the black will give the deepest pleasure: the severing of the stomach or a cut to an ocean view.
