come

live in the jetstream
up where the cloud cream
parts
like soft sunset thighs
with the screaming love

the smooth work
that  reachs far
you can touch the gentle
stars  with what you know

I crave the dew
the moisture of
that mists on crestfallen kisses
and your face is dear

so come
on linger
we are
high

come on reach
what you most fear

our changling souls
that clear
the ghost ramp hurdles
of sins so near

the sunset strip
of trio graves
the amber glow
of car lot saves

hit
hit
hit

and climb
we passion fire
on the vine

the verb that waits
upon the tip