an internalized dialogue with nothing to say

i love how your tongue
wraps around my mind,
even so

my solipsistic tendencies
are merciless fabrications
mere insightful transgressions,
 
I must wage
an honourable duel
you are Picasso and I Dali, adrift in a dead sea
we are lonely travelers, sea gulls crying with
reluctant faces,
break waves and heresies

like windmills turning against diminishing horizons
like sunflowers absorbing a primal yellow,
I 
stare across a universe
drift away with grey scratches

tumbleweeds
joined in holy wedlock, ghost towns
where only the cactus is wild with blooms,

even cell phones die in ivory towers; 
we breed poetry
like outlaws in America,
high society is but a begging bowl,
alms without arms

arcs of light, white Yang moving up
blends into the dark, black Yin moving down

the river is a stone and the stone is a cloud
I want to fuck you tonight,

I love how your tongue wraps
around my mind

even so.

even so.