kaleidoscope eyes

M.K. Chavez

his mind peddles as fast as it can
life is an ocean of gray
sex is bright red
he wants new love
all the time, hates the sensation
of emptiness
and tucked in shirts
yearns to be firmly anchored
can't sit still, talks with his hands
"marry me!" he shouts.
i watch him drift
he's tied down, he's dogged
a creature of habit
and repetition
familiarity returns to him
faithfully, to goad him
his large hands can't help
but to break things
he lives inside of a shell
a bandit
a collector of fortunes
he is lightening
he begs me to stay
and then runs
naked and breathless.