Eyes, lips; toes, it was not an ache quite there.
Something deeper, warmer, in between my eyes and
Down at the bottom of my stomach.
Blood rushing, rampant, winking, fizzling
Down to rest. A kaleidoscope of light, spinning
Just for me. I float to the ceiling.
Blurry head, I reflect myself in a thousand eyes, sit with myself awhile.
When I awake I greet the buzz and crush
It with my eyelids.
The muses, the way they stroke,
The side of a face is noticed. A hundred little freckles. I favor
That shade of love on those
I half know, brothers to my heart.
Eyes half open, blurred. I settle down.
We've had experiences, you and I;
I was quiet; I couldn't stop thinking.
I only speak with warmth involved.
Sometimes I vibrate lower, but
Back to russet we glow,
So warm, always higher.
