Too lightly

embossed by joy

Blame the lizard brain

a need-to-know

limited capacity engine

We would drown

in summer showers and shooting stars

the lovers’ touch

so sustaining

as to crowd out loneliness and fear

The sting and yellow flash remain

welded like an insult

while amnesiac pleasures’ vapors

arouse the hunger

that makes addicts of us all

We remember Want

We slaver and scrape

artfully

to drape ourselves in comforts

against the coming night