STEAK & FRENCH FRIES
that moment
when you take in the breath
hold it
she’s on top
moving in slow circles
you think about Jesus
burning on the cross
you can call it
tantric
sex magic
or some other bullshit
but it’s really
just
holding your breath
while relaxing
with a little time
travel
thrown in
the same feeling
you get
when suddenly
on too big of a wave
or rushing down
rabbit fast
on the powder
you hold the world
still
inside your gut
love fills your heart
even if your veins
are clogged with American
fast food
the pump
like mystic Oriental gong
flows
until the last note
sung
against your fragile lips.
–Bradley Mason Hamlin