there is that line,
with untold zeros
floating between
your hips
and the smile
like movement across
the river delta
of your lips.
there are the keys
tattooed across
your chest,
that tell the story
of a moment packed
with the notions
of men like me,
looking for a life
in between your
black reverie.
there is that line,
of the unknown song:
spinning over and over
again,
vibrating with
your fantasy
and my future
memory.