with time accounted for, passing
through the first quarter of
seasonal traditions, vernal equinox,
charming wind chimes hanging bells.
my ears tickle from resonant drips
of auditory opiates. i let go.
calm crawls slowly to completely cover,
beginning at my toes,
my Sunday body of steeper sickening sloughs.
i only warm like reptiles in the southern winter.
basking only for necessity.
basking but not for reasons of my vanity.

i'm unaware of greater peace
when encompassed in ultraviolet and
charming bells of ****** drips.

i see sky. i see afternoon-ish blue.
empty voids. calming unquiet.
here; there is no thought of you.
nothing. it feels like
sounds i hear and looks like
sights i see;
seductive flowers on top of endless nothing;
perfect from its sacred *****.
i slip with drips and ringing bells
and let go. desire fades.
i feel an overflowing spew,
everlasting warmth of an untouchable
moving mass.  

you did not warm me this much.
there are parts of me you will never get to touch.