Just Close Enough

 

She writhed snakelike in the cold sand
big cheese bowling cheshire grin
base ass'd moon in the clear desert
endless skyscape speckled with a fine kief of powdery star clusters
we are gregarious gods gazing into a teal wood tabletop mirror
cocaine cannabilism

her silver fish INFINITE-ONE stood sneezing steam nearby
fresh from lonely spacelanes
crimson cockpit canopy spread wide open
worn leather captain's cushion comfortable (but empty)
long legs overrun with stocking'd landing gear
winking soft whimsy from behind the bellows

she bucked like the bony bay hobbled in nearby scrub
would not
the bony bay knew better
the bony bay's bucking days became
bygone days
the day that cowboy came
saddled up throwing up
thin denim stems o'er spine
stapled his articulated asshole to that bony bay's trail-trodden soul
rode till he said 
done

her split zippered spacesuit thrown to the thicket
pitiful deflated invertebrate of latex and legging
unfulfilled without her pressing flesh giving inseam seals purpose
but what need anything else hold her?
when he could
so powerfully?
so feverishly?
jealous moon mean-mugged
two hundred eighty thousand miles up
bright cold yellow orb witch hunting
lonely last lighthouse of the night sky shoreline

just close enough - she thought
staring pallid into that electric potted pancake
afraid the words would leak in whispers
- close enough to touch

while his weight pressed her into the center of the Earth.

TA

(painting by Darrel K Sweet)