Space

Space
Smoky fingertips lingering on the solidity
even as your momentum carries you off,
Rushing into the last unknown
popping up like a pimple on the face
of God.

Hot ferocity like fresh blood under zombie skin.
I am knocked off balance.
Like lava on it's first date
I am the epitome of consumption.

Sweat freckles your face
like the first mist of spring time
and though you never believed
in the expanse of the universe
you found it anyway.

Smoke trails like wispy thoughts across
Space.

~JLE~