Both

Moving at the speed of black
i push the paint that stuns the color
and wonder whether i wonder whether
shy lips presume
a kiss for you

but

they whip around, come around
casting sparks
setting ablaze
this violent haze
so i can lay bare the liason
between hardly fade on
so i can carve the figment
of your face
that now encroaches on this
blistered space

and watching it fall
I speed up
as you slow down,
and we finally, both,
crash to the quiet ground

so

let it out
throw it out
release the beast
inspire sound
scream your
fairy
apple-skinned
sonnet

while

a dusty telephone rings
in a vacant motel room
on Aurora.