Hold on, don’t jump, slow down world, let me brush your wild hair, let me brush your teeth, let me gag you so I can skid the house, the world quiet.
A knot of candy hair hit, and off he soars, reeling.
What was between hands now all run away.
The whole world foaming at the mouth, unkempt, unclean, half-dressed, half-naked, in knots.
My own tiny world too dammed up, too damned behind thin skin, thin heart membranes, too thin protections.
Ahhhh, I sigh, I weep, for him, for her, for Boston, for the ache within, for the lost souls, for our innocence ebbing,
Ahhhh, I breath, ohmming for the unfeeling, ohmming for the feeling too much, ohmming for the breaking inside, for the too much that got’s a hold of the world at the minute, a hold on me.
Wait for me world, wait one minute more,
hold me world, hold on lover world, hold on lover boy, lover world, hold on and wait, wait, wait, hold on with me,
and I will hold you too.
It gets better, got to get better, wait with me world, and let’s just breathe.
Breathe an I’m-not-done-yet-breath, a-neither-are-you-breath, neither of us licked,
holding on together breathing, each of us warming the air between us,
holding on, lighting candles, breathing, holding, waiting.