2 a.m.

Not words,
no signs or signifiers.
Not the rancid pudding
of language,
this is the fresh baked
smell of action.
A glistening sequence,
pure.
Pops and buzzes,
the squelching
feedback of motion.
Not a sweaty compromise in
positional rhetoric
but, the moonlit entanglement of
corporal consent.
Now is not
words.
It is
a soft utterance,
the affirmation of
truth.

- Published in UVU's literary/art magazine Touchstones in Spring 2003.