your hip 
is that last curve home 
with an Armageddon
crimson sunset full blast 
gold dripping
across the leaves

just like 
the magnetic forces of the earth
that guide birds
on the way home 
my fingers follow
the traces of heat 
to  your
horizon of palms in the blazing
sun with salted lips 
rimmed with my name 
drink in your gaze 
and bathe in the tension
the being next to you 
pretending to be calm and collected 
knowing what we really are 

entangled vibrations 
a chorus now now now 
and a single fevered drive 
right on the edge 
because 
baby 
we’re 
80’s
forever