breaking-up &

breaking-up&

fucking
to Coltrane

wounds stuffed with sugar, we are
serrated clouds bleeding a broken light
a T-bone macramé of elbows & knees, gasps & sighs

you are wine-softened skinlines, chocolate lips
& liturgical moan, you fill my fingers with your
liquor, suck the marrow from my eyes

inside of me there a tatoo of a tongue
soaked in rum & coke: amber-hued ice, cracked solid
its cold meaning smokes, sings like old leather:

"before you fly, you float"

love...it's about a saxophone thriving on air alone
listen! bright bellied cymbals
smash & sparkle, colors spun from a throat

Kevin Johnson