your gangly body folded on the fireplace floor
entranced by musty
wafts of incense
smoke which you manipulated with your lean fingers,

that I knew
you walked
a high wavelength.

So do I
so high
it’s like tip-toeing on a tightrope
that deflowers the sky

I’m so proud that my head is in the clouds but
it’s kinda lonely all the way up there
kinda exclusive whenyoure in thin air;

I wanted our ropes
to touch

last night when we watched that movie
(by the name of Big Lebowski)
your head rested on my chest,
rose as it expanded, listened to my heart beat
but it didn’t amount to much,

and O I worried
that because I was in a hurry
returnin’ to the city in jes a few days
that our wavelengths would be
like parallel lines,
desolate in eternal distant equidistance,

and when you came over the next night
and me you brody ruth all
sat on brody’s couch,
5 minutes into the movie (ironic Snatch)
they were in each other’s arms
and you had not broken your
gazed that peered beams of disillusioned light
straight ahead;

but I was to your right
you were to my left
I had to crane my neck right, though
cuz that’s where the movie was but
I didn’t wanna see it (well I suppose I did, just not now) I wanted
to turn to my left and lean into you if
only you would turn too and
I did and you did
and that
first kiss burst
like nine blazing orbs, and before them
seven frozen moons thawed
as my arm became a transversal
made supplementary alternate interior angles
supplely found tha mounds and licked the labeled points
and plunged finger first into your
penetrated aura
the tunnel of
Snatch.