larry a., friend he be
| Cooler now, sun at rest and sliver of moon aglow. Beasts on beds, hearts afire. Off again, dried perspiration in its places; cool splash Aramis. Lightning bugs aglow, coyote' voices in unison yip and sing from over there and howl at door. Entry denied. Sterile mosquitos zoom and land yet prick not, dagger removed; easily brushed. Thing-thongs on sand and errant grains find their way between toes, left to fall back on their own to whence they came.
Streetlights shine like gold on black and coolness of wind at night touches my cheek. Up pathway I go, passing many, and find him ready. Candles quieted we depart.
Jet black locks fall on shoulders as free entry into land of speed and energy greets. "Step on up" the voice implores so we do. Round and around, up and down, and sideways to nowhere we go; laughter, breathless, euphoric imaginings firing south. Hairy gal, two headed baby, and cotton candy ago we fire at targets where bullseyes await and prize of fluff named teddy awarded. High in sky, stars touched by fingertips, he reaches into torn jeans before placing that sought and found between his lips. Alit then, and inhale do we as swinging down close to earth, but soon back into heavens we go; higher and higher and up still, no return soon, none sought.