Nights and weeks and summers
worshiping the female
watching bricks melting into the path
on the way to see them
power lines twitching with heat
on the way to see them
blood pumping with blood
respondency of life to life tonguing eating
these streamers of sense that
bind us together for awhile
while the pines lose branches
and the sheets under my cracked head
are lapped at more and more
slowly by water