a moment like that
like this
is crucial
lightning strikes,
dry heat
radiation
takes place
of
the sweet kiss
on my cold shoulder
I find seconds
in days
that last
forever waiting
to speak
whisper even
because tragedy
has hands
that rip through
this soul
this particular soul
that sleeps
like a demon
in benediction
that opens a
bloodshot
mouth
in his direction –
even the desert would
freeze over
if it knew him