Beachside Bottle Rocket Concert

When the memory is so good
you don't want to breathe
you are convinced you don't have to
when that bubbling torrent of tight pain
is not terror in your chest, but
a swelling jubilation
as polarizing a pause as a
man can find IRL

there, in the sweetness of that moment
it is not a memory
I am with you on that beach again
an empty bottle of wine in the sand
laying naked against a dry log
watching the sunset like
a comedy show.

TA