palms spread
glittering sweat
a thousand powers pass
over flesh.
close on air that bares
memories
quashed by life lines.
cross gestures of hedonistic roots,
that bear no resemblance
to us.
egos flare and quell
reveal a moment
that weeps for itself
between
bare walls and
fantasies splashed.
imagine a cure
to the sickness we face
and tick on in it's place to
solve the wetness
the wetness of my grooves