My Heart

Where fire and water tilt decision

Feel

The beginning of that throb

And the hum of doing

Where I look back 

On long macadamized roads.

Thoughts

Memories

My volcanic eruption

The ejaculation of passion

Where froth and foam lie 

Kissed by tears.

Where I don’t want to remember

Where I feel pain

Where time does not wrinkle

And space is never filled 

Where pouring

Never fills and where 

Inflow, and what is lost

Separate, 

come colored 

differently.

Where everything finally stops 

On thunders last beat 

And my life is buried, forever.