Another Night

TV hiss, a snare rattle, and a passionate kiss passed back and forth the summer huffing fumes as the days spent chasing now fade from bright yellow hues to blue cinders, and flat lines into the set less sun. While we are waiting the dance of feelings unlock from walls of hidden hope that we knew would never clear as the coast broke off into 5 o'clock traffic. The fullness of chests rising into nights unbounded and untold to the rafters of my ceiling where pressure comes glued and rests heavier than lead. Trace lines comatose but lead to the wall but to a place and time where for the first time that I never had to explain myself but could be a part of something that was fresh and free. Where the unknown met the horizon and looked back with a smile and the nights were too young but also beyond their years. A passion that was passed back and forth evaporates into the ether where the toilet bowl meets the end of the rainbow. Folded cards face down as the cable IV is cut and the arms they feed blacked over and the infection festers them to dust as the fractured surprises overflow a surplus of lies. Locked doors pour over from the blackest recess where we locked the doors and our eyes ate away their sight in hopes to see the sunrise to break and crest the waves of fresh air that we desperately waited for. Free from the disguise the dead skin rips crisp from our blind eyes and fails to apologize as we are granted the freedom to flush our lusts, codes, as the heats of our higher hell flees into the night our souls pour out like smoke and purify the lights of evening that find a voice.