Bliss

by Erikk Lee Shupp

Days where rain drifts
down slow to cool dry

places, we never thought to travel
Ethiopia, Sydney, Korea

Mexico, savory blends of a Chipotle burrito:
spicy peppers, sweet corn, salty pork; bitter

with a cup of espresso, eye opener,
staring at moving screens up until

dawn, entangled legs, she hears my heart
beat, the warmth from her lips press

so deep like limited realms of space,
dumb little glow flies stuck in wet tar.