another day and name

I have a fire going in the back yard.
The neighbors are arguing.

sometimes I only think about the feelings
of me cock in you pussy
other times more eloquent

more subtle more in tune
like the music that is cutting
my night and ears
without blood

the smell of your hair
dry and wet
the reminders of you

Talome,
is calling-
she is you in some future
place, location, strip

remember we tied our hair together
we sighed an oath
we said goodbye
we said hello, almost

it was not funny
when our trains collided
jazz could be to blame