Killing Space

across the urban savannah        
you stalk the night          
and can smell me          
in the clipped yards          
lengthening in heat          
         
homes become stones          
blown out in rows          
at the base          
of Kilimanjaro          
I  can sense you out there          
in my thighs          
and rise on all fours          
lifting my hips          
moistening my mouth          
I stretch my neck to the night          
where your scent elongates          
each hair          
with darts of desire          
         
almost in sight          
prickled and pricked          
by a moons’ shadowed tricks          
and cast by its light          
secrets dot blinked          
by small strobes of stars          
         
grasses rustle and part          
before figures appear          
where we perpetually kill          
and tear at the flesh          
of space in between us