atoms

Look at all those atoms
Hot and bothered
Cold and frail
Swallowed by horizon’ mouth
By the time the wings fly by

Glistening in rays of mist
Musky and willing
Bold as fuck
Breaking at the point of no comeback
Endured by audiences high up

Preparing cushions like hotelroom maids
Sniffed the smelly spray away
Fidgety and dripping
Swaying tensely to the sound of intercoms
Voices gradually hardening
Climbing up to moan and scream
Imagine the word stroking strains
Like licking milk by kitten’s tongues