Atlantic City Farewell

you are a moving screen tonight.
the city and the road to sleep
renders your thigh, my world.
avoiding light, i glide underneath
the weight your knees have carried.
state border and skirt cutting legs,
it's all the same. a need to push on.
breathe us closer to home.
serious voices in layered melodies
are traveling but can't be heard.
a bass subdued to asphalt grain.
concern and love drapes you.
my arm dies but my mind races,
your ass reshaping with my moves,
your nipples petrified with my saliva.
cum.
coin zombies quenched in neon
confirmed our organic riches.