"a call to arms"

in the quiet, still heat…

in the sobering darkness…

let’s get stupid drunk

on each other’s flesh.

let’s wallow naked

in midnight grass

drenched in moonlight

and breath.

let’s carve poetry

across the sky

with our tongues

cursing the puritans

and their damned

dry, shriveled genitalia.

let’s coyote fuck

under the stars,

washed in the wine

if immaculacy.

let’s drink this night dry-

its heat –

its quiet –

and pour ourselves

into morning,

refreshed against

horizon’s holocaust,

flesh against flesh…

soul against soul…

and savor what we have

before sobriety

marches once again.