i didn’t want any flowers
i only wanted
to lie with my hands turned up
and be utterly empty.
how free it is
you have no idea how free*.
desert adventures on the **** of a camel
reins posses my sandy hands onward the dunes
gratitude warranted between cultural differences
i am free.
a sunset cruise along the seine
la tour eiffel illuminated my mind in the heart of the city
floating in the depths of enchantment
i am free.
elephant endowing hugs in the jungle outskirts
my neck is affectionately smothered for a brown banana
both part with fulfillment achieved
i am free.
gazing at the quintessential cappella sistina
divine history indefinitely controls my eyes
time ceases to exist in the atmosphere
i am free.
adrift in a crisp lake on the border of austria
bumps multiply across the plateau of my bare body
conscience motionless
thoughts unprovoked
i am free.
gliding above the snow-capped swiss alps
my arms extended to receive an embrace of happiness
only this moment is relative
i am free.
you can’t water dead flowers
be free.
*sylvia plath
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
i didn’t want any flowers
i only wanted
to lie with my hands turned up
and be utterly empty.
how free it is
you have no idea how free*.
desert adventures on the **** of a camel
reins posses my sandy hands onward the dunes
gratitude warranted between cultural differences
i am free.
a sunset cruise along the seine
la tour eiffel illuminated my mind in the heart of the city
floating in the depths of enchantment
i am free.
elephant endowing hugs in the jungle outskirts
my neck is affectionately smothered for a brown banana
both part with fulfillment achieved
i am free.
gazing at the quintessential cappella sistina
divine history indefinitely controls my eyes
time ceases to exist in the atmosphere
i am free.
adrift in a crisp lake on the border of austria
bumps multiply across the plateau of my bare body
conscience motionless
thoughts unprovoked
i am free.
gliding above the snow-capped swiss alps
my arms extended to receive an embrace of happiness
only this moment is relative
i am free.
you can’t water dead flowers
be free.
*sylvia plath
