there are things that are best felt
with eyes closed
somehow, you feel the slices of light
kissing you harder for the second, third time
the treble of the bass
footsteps of someone walking away
scraping your tongue with volatile
words that burst into flames
only to be doused again with a wall of stars
filling you up from someone else's mouth
too close to see the face
when the rest of your body
is full of intent
gripped by movement
you are jerked and jolted
pulled in by whispers,
tasteful murmurings,
shoulder and hips and leg
writing novels on your skin
and you flinch in darkness
the arriving scent of ascension
that rise and fall and pounding
of rib cage against rib cage
the feeling of being lost
in layers of blind freedom
hands raised in surrender
face coming up for air
salty water crawling up your sky
an acupuncture of rain
01.11 AM
04.17.14
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