Day May

your indiscriminate ass on the dance floor

sent me home with sweat
and melted coconut oil
in my hair

longing for more

under owl feather
with one more madness
tucked in its dirty brim

making the highway a song

(maybe a hymn)

slim chances have become
the daily run of things
like wings on fire
might just make the sun

or

was it how long i'd kept my kisses
that made the body hum?

either way-
the word of the day:

metempsychosis

which in its simplest observation,
meant traveling
from the body of my choosing
into the animal of my dreams