Hot Flash

Go on that train...

to the end...to the change....

Flavors that foreshadow the future in the air,

and sounds and smells that remind you of the past,

as if you were still there....

The ripe.....everything....

how you plucked them...

the sounds they made as you ate them,

the fresh peach scents you drowned in

as your flesh caught fire like

electric Tessla skin...

....the rubbery space, 

slippery viscera heated to light speed...

The steed runs solid through the veins,

straight to the heart, 

discovered when no one is looking.