Thoughts of a body
Of water, flowing through me,
As the call of nature rings.
Birds sing and bees sting,
Butterflies flap their wings.
Rhythm comes so naturally,
Instinctively, like remembering
To breathe- heavily, like rain
Dripping off the window panes.
Locked up like we're insane,
Speaking,
With tongues and bodies
A language, beautiful and innate.

Pure ecstasy.

-SLuR