the horse is made out of pixels, it pulsates
through a field of bees
kicking up dust from the moths the night before
…hoofprints on the moon.

she is a whole country on its back
swirling with the strength of
a million lovers.
5 hundred thousandthousandthousandthousandthousandthousandthousand
unions
lemon lavender twirled tongue
punctures numbers
-the ones that won’t show their faces!

so let me erase this from my digitized exis—————–

synchronized minds- hard to find.
running my nail on the width of a dime.
put your lips against mine.
let go.
your travels explode on an infinite centerfold
and i do or die lie awake like a body in detox
swaying in treetops…
i stare at the sun, get past the flames
past the white light and look into the heat spots
sun spots/little black dots. knots in my neck/rock pockets.
AND MY PIXELS EXPLODE!
over new york, jersey city, LA, san francisco…
kaua’i…the belt of orion…
then reappear inside the roar of a lion
i was dyyyyyyyyyyyyyying on the inside.

scorned. dead. reborn.
sworn to myself
i was, am, and will be in love
with the idea of love
my heart explodes!! -pixels.
the idea of love suddenly turns ugly, sickels
and cuts gashes into the flesh that i’m clasped in
the bakers are wolves for molasses.
a song has been born
and a song, it has died.

the past is a sandblasted grain
it’s like quinoa rain
…it’s like something i just can’t explain…

tame my ego, my esteem
me. she sets me free when
she decides to leave we
upside down me
in a backwards world
playing marbles with pearls in the sea.

pet the pony goodbye.
gallop away on the part of me that needs to die.
ride your horse through the sky, pegasus breath…