There are days of longer daylight
When time can’t figure out what direction it travels.
A lost light, which cannot heal, as it hurls itself forward
A movement through something, changing
Abandoned. It cannot come back or go home.
We build nests with thoughts, to further
Our grip on movement, creating, extending,
Daylight beyond the planet’s wobble
Building structures deep into the backswing
Back and then back again
Comforting our ego, the id out of control.
Still, we are afraid to go. Where else,
Does one go if not mingling with the sky?
A Trip of returning to yearning
Our haven, a little heaven that discomforts
The hidden specter the day yanks at
Drags our taste for life onto the welcoming mat
A home, We sip sweet flavored rum
Grinning with a separation in our teeth
The little tiny thing that holds us back
The fear is found in the haunting smile
Kisses are heated lip upon lip, sweet rum
They are open for debate, scented
Sweat, searing into sugar moistness
Lasting through a fragile daylight.