today he is a shimmer of waved heat
coiling quick from the baked tar roads we drive,
mirage like moods shifting hazed sense to meet
my words with monosyllables; we strive
to communicate longings shuffled with
business and the banality of red bills
we must adhere to mapped routes and the lithe
electric hum that this fumed city instils
pesters us on through the stale afternoon
until we halt. Automatically charged
as the particles that are and will soon
repel us magnet like to each tear surged
from the hollows of our emotional hold
on each other; both owning and all sold.
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