Evaporation

I could live in a hot shower

heat saturating

white noise

all thought blocked out

Edison got his best ideas in the bath.

I could tell you why I leave but

the reason is dull, and it lasts

all day long.

I could drive west without

ever arriving, drink black coffee

in every southwestern town,

the red rock so intense

my eyes turn inward.

I could say why

I shift into park, but you’ve

already heard that story.

I could live forever in the temple

where my pulse stills

the question “why am I here?”

doesn’t matter

and light

has no boundaries.

Hunger interrupts. Sweet tooth

a demanding master.

I can never leave your arms.

My feet warm against yours

my lips press your salty chest