papa sun
in a papasan
in a way
milky and warm
synapses fire
from denim-clad hips
and I slip
headlong, hurried
through spinning skies
smooth silver crafts
clamor up the spine
in space
only fear is
tangible
cold and real
the crash of
satellites
teeth grind
the gears of
a black beauty
screaming
solar flares
casting spells
in nervous arcs
like tiny hairs
trembling
and the hushed things
eclipsed by bodies burning
perforate my muscles
tearing through
stars howling
from the heart
out here
I feel alive
and afraid
because she is alive
and afraid
my black beauty
afraid to feel
as she does
enjoying every
moment of it
because this is truth
this fear
this is the
tingling vision
of self
cast into the other
this is the
final frontier
and I am
comforted
knowing at least
I can hear
myself scream