I drag my feet through
what seems like a regression of time
longing for that dark room,
it’s dark walls,
and those dark desires
to scrape their sticks
along the chain linked fence in my mind,
and just wait for me
to come outside and join them.
I always do.
Here, seduction and pleasure echo
through each inhalation
causing lustrous intentions
to burst from their cages,
reminding me that I’m far from dead.
Purple, green, and white bursts
fed to the blue in my eyes
even while I’m on my back.
From here I can look at the sky,
instead of the soil,
and wish to be taken away on a cloud
rather than buried
between the roots of the trees.
And life is unparalleled.