Quietly contemplating
Mile a minute
Face of stone
Detached from here
But connected to something
Speed of light
Bright....
Galaxies of stars and planets
Birth & death
Alive & barren
Here we are...
a speck.
Is there a driving force behind it all?
Of course there is.

I want to get lost in your forest,
Climb your tree trunks,
Crawl on your branches,
Swing from your vines.
Wander under your canopy for days.
Weeks.
Months.
Eternities.
Not minding from which direction I came,
Or which path to take,
For as long as I am encompassed in your thick flora and lush gardens,
I know I am exactly where I need to be.

In dewy dawns shrouded by morning fog,
The sun glimmers through the mist in showers of golden light.

The cool air is reminiscent of the fleeting darkness,
A cover for the rejuvenation of the forest's effervescent, lush life.

Melodious songs from the bellies of birds accompany the golden fingers combing the tree tops,
As the awakening day reveals her fresh face.

Embodied body.
That body of water.
     The depths
        of the dips
        on the small
        of her back.
I would love to drown in your pools.
Your crashing waves pull me into that body,
That body of water.
     Deep,
     Dark,
     Undiscovered depths.
I want to feel you all around me.
Crush my bones,
Suffocate under your pressure,
I'll **** you into my lungs with my gasping breath.
Fill myself with you,
Mouth to mouth,
Revive me.

Smooth, sweet smoke curls over your lips,
Sticky with resin.
Sticky with lust.
You taste like blunts,
Blunt.
That's what you are.
Blunt force trauma.
Your energy is a blow to the gut.
Blow by blow by blow,
*******,
Please?
Make me fall to my knees.
I will succumb to your tease.
Dangerous...
That's what you are.