It’s cold

In Space

Single-minded clarity.
Know what you’re saying
Words accumulate quickly
Flooding the air
Murking the water
Clouding the pool.

Upward facing
Open-hipped
Ready to birth
A new religion.

Loving the living
Spiteful competition.
Not ready to go down
Despite claims
oft made
On tips
Of tongues.
Spit
dripping
down
your
thigh.
Don’t stop. Just right.
Oh yes
yes
Jesus
yes

Green eyes.
Smiling eyes.
Just above me.
Can’t help
those private eyes
Seethrough
Horse of a
Different
Color.