godspeed, my son.

Io

you said a sunset
looked like the sand on a beach
with the colors wafting above us
like some Crayola-64 art.
and Rexroth was right:
the sunset on Jupiter
must be so beautiful
with all of its moons.

the colors mix
yet retain their independence.
like a game.
like a cheap fuck.
like pushed breathings:

oh.
eh -
mehh -
ohh.

maybe the words come out
clearer
    in person
maybe the words come out
clearer
    in disguise.

ohm -
mehh -
ohh.

and I will stay awake
for another
to-be-forgotten
drunken kiss

and I will open my eyes for
the sunrise
and the light
sifting through the blinds.

and I will see you glow.

I wake to your mouth
breathing so gently to the pillow.
to the nape of my neck.

not even Jupiter's sunset
- with all of its moons -
can compare.

hhh.

two fingers
to your lips.

ehh.
ohh.
sss.