catching fire

I’ve once again returned with elixir

two twins that I’ve recently fathered,

one that’s made me feel like patrick ewing,

the other that’s made me feel like dirk nowitzki

now I’ll help deliver two for both my mother and father’s side

while I run my checks for anyone outside the family business

knowing there will no longer be a time

working with anyone who won’t cash me one.

I hold hands with a texan

when we fall asleep in each other’s arms,

our bodies fit together like pangea.

yet while I am embraced in her intimacy,

the state of vulnerability indulges me

the violet torch has guided me to the dune

now the stairs have me bewilderingly exhausted

debating if I should kneel to yeshua again like I did in my youth-

as the heat burns my skin again, I search for the woman in miami-

applause from longtime conversances,

yet crickets from who I thought to be my kindred-

all while I’ve been quiet about the symptoms

funny how at the appointment, they had to check my 120 bpm three times

still, there is still absolutely no hesitation

to fuel the flame