Poem: Goddamn mountain

Call me by your name

There are no stings to this answer

patience in a dream that is forbidden in reality

Teach me how to dance old man.

My limbs are heavy with dusk

Fireflies swarm to watch

 heat of your skin,

your woman isn’t here so spin me until I see fated stars.

 the girl that will find you,

Seeking you in every man I meet

Joining your sentences with spit

Wet summer, unholy retreat

I bet you taste like clean linen. 

Dust makes way for winter dirt

Push my bruises, 

make me rosy

the longest wavelength.

That’s your tongue

 this is New York

That’s a jazz guitar

 mine is easy work.