a living sensation.reading the words aboutmethat say how much i hurtyoumake me love you morebecauseonly such passion could come of something sotrue.two fat and hungry sunflowersreachingfor the sunwith spurting green cactus-water heavy leavesbeside each other with joyin the breeze that's warm like melting sugar on my lipslike closing my eyes when i think of youlike waking up and not being tiredlike baby's skin andwatching sunsets in the mountains.buy me a room, a modest room, filled with you andyour voice.spring water dreamscold water creek dreamsof dancing naked around full smoking firessomewhere higher than this place herewith fireflies buzzingsmothering heatenormous heartbeatsdangerous rocks with jagged edgesand you.a living sensation.that's what you are.
failure or phase?my mother is upsetbecauseshe cannot find the right cake panstomold her soft lifeintowhat she wishes it could have been.she finds it hard to stareat meknowing i've turned out likei have,and sometimes when she hears mecryingshe turns the other way andclosesthedoor.
f r e e l y .in this almost silent evening's wombwe're safer than ever beforemy hand in yoursyour hand in mine.she's good to us (the night)bringing us hours that otherwise would have been lost-to closed eyes and the suspense of possibly not even dreaming.of you.i watched the trees while your fingertips drifted shifted moved grazedmy lipsand i tried to catch each movement and sway the branch's arms made in the wind.i love you and the dark blue sky (don't we love it when it's blue not black)captures some glow around you thateven the sun can't seem to do.my frenzied mind does not have time-to filter the words that hang, dripping from my mouthso i let them fall f r e e l
drinking stars.if you let him in:he'll drink your stars and taste the flowing silk between two soft columns.he'll make you scream and follow through with an incredible touch.beneath the milky dark blue sky (don't you love when you can tell that the night sky is blue?)and the universal atmospheric presencehe'll arch your back and pull you closer.he'll make you whimper and call you hisforeveruntil the voids higher than us shall crash into our oceans.if you hold his hand he'll sneak you behind church doorsand press against you like he'd never see your face againand his bottom lip will swell on contact and you'll feel something beneath you move.he'll make you beg and slip his hands under you hair and you'll feel like something has taken over your body.you'll feel like you have lost controlandyouwillloveit.if you let him in.
empathy.she can't understand what the world means.what are they trying to say?do you and You and YOU want to spend your entire lives waiting for the stars to fall?! (just GRAB them).she's watching with shining eyes aseveryone around her becomes a silent watercolor, blended together like a painter's pallet pulled through by pained and parted hands. a purchase for perfectionidolized perceptionskiller of dharma spiralsas their minds get brutally raped and they free fall in a downward dizzying motion straight to the heat of purgatory.she is confused by the people's smiles even though they are not happy.their mothers and earth-given hands are scarred charred and beratedby years of worthlessness and unimportance.their seed are scattered farther [further] away from them andbefore they catch on before they even realize what's been flashing right past their very eyeseverything around themwillbecomeinvisible.shifted realitiesbattling fatalitiesand insignificant minds
Bodhisattva.maybe i will become Bodhisattvato complete the circle to form new beginnings and fuse old startsmaybe i will light the world on fire.does the snow fall because it wants to touch my skin?did it fall just to see what happens down here instead of up there where everything is illuminated in crystalline clouds and pure rain water?maybe i will submit to compassionand tear up every time i hear the birds sing and every time the wind pulls my hair.do i have devotion for my life? my god(s)? my mind?you know that feeling of stretching as far as you canrooting your heels to the ground and reaching tall as trees to touch the sky?that's kinda what it feels like.to become.
cold.really, it's too cold to go out today.the winter winds are too harsh and push me around like a bully.my toes are too frozen to even wiggle in the two pairs of socks they're encased in.my fingers can barely type this.so today i will stayin this roomlistening to undertones of jazz (bathing in billie's warm voice) coming from the next room.today i will conveniently forget to call her back andi will bundle up like an eskimo in this igloo of a home.