CALLING

Pilot

I ask for directions

Bent over me,

Breath plays

As you explain

Now I’m really

Lost.

Rockstar

I rock on

The heft

Of your hand

It would be shallow

To love you

Just for this.

(But I could.)

General

Mouth pulsing

You start a war

Your words are

Works in progress

And bite like ice

Shock like sheet lightning

Like sunstroke

Like revelation.

You started a war

But your entreaty

Hides here, in touch.