Christian Aldana

It’s 9:30am, I’ve ran four miles, cried four times, & eaten two chicken sandwiches

did abstract illusions in plane.
did taste your gum.
did enamor elevated electricity.
did diddle mechanoreceptors.
did strain silence to shadow shower.
did ring belly-button with tip.
did read your words. did laugh.
did put towel down. did splatter stomach.
did dust eyelashes.
did make eggs, a pound of bacon, bagels, & coffee.
did soak feet hand in hand.
did run along alligator snout lined with sabal palms.
did vasodilate.
did wash. did brush hair. did whiskey your tequila.
did put you in mouth. did get vicariously carried then slurried.
did wake to sheer curtains washed in light.
did crystalize laughter for later use.
did burst into zone-out.
did drink boozie coffee schmoozing per usual.
did drink with cup cut in half, the liquid too.
did kiss through seizing instances.
did defy little listener that salsas between my ears.
did see soaring fires & wrinkling mountains in your lips.
did nip your ears in the gruff thuds of morning.
did run past broken bells hacking creaking breath of Floridian winters.
did watch an orange death of day get vacuumed into darkness.
did hear night sounds night critters night time filling.
did fall deeper into this loverhood, this place of fleshness.
did lose myself between legs.
did intend the way I am: wild-eyed & extinctual at voice’s crumbling cliff.
did tongue a blue vein.
did suckle in the black fur of night.
did enter the blood of your month. did straighten my spine as shower steam held us.
did wear life’s red lipstick.
did lie naked under clouds grappling the moon.
did lie as close as I could.
did fall into the ease of your woven breath.