a slow vibration

my lust is like the moon. its waxing and waning reflects the light thrown on it. i stand torch in hand. my heart speaks in morse codes. sober dots and mad dashes.

as the afternoon cools, heat rises. i mimic physics, float helium ballons. is all that we are chemicals colliding, a construction of universal laws?

these things elude me.

i am low dulcet tones. i am reverberating at a speed slower than sound. in these idle moments i can see my palpatations glistening in the afternoon sun.