We loosen against horses running
Through grass and sunlight
The sky a body
Raining all over the field
Let the miles pass
Gas station with black toilets
A man selling watermelons
The tongues in our heads
Graffiti scrawled on the wall
Bloom high
Stone fist of the earth
Fill the room with
Broken beauty reassembled
Flame of pulse and suck
Honey fiery sweet