Torqued

I will gift you
Machine man, me
Eyes clear now
Future-ready
Take your Soldier hand
Study, journey with you
This trip around the Sun
We familia

I will gift you
Speed demon, victory
Bodies torqued
This skin, yours
Time trials completed
Finish line, Westward
This whispered promise
We checkered-flags

I will gift you
Sugar boy, pie
Feed you tenderly
Sing to you
In perfect pitch
Make a wish
This catch-me vision
We with lights on

Post

Put wordless before me a photograph

Only

If it tastes of all you hope I’ll receive

Then will my skin feel the blanket surround 

Finally 

The sound of your shore can make glad these ears

Though the flash of your most honest scene blinds me

I’m left kissed by the scent of altitude