I've been dreaming of precipitation
Rain, snow, and falling faces
Melting wax that singes skin
Suspended still in the act of the spill.

I've been wandering into ****** graces
Scents of flowers
Hammered
With a mortar and pestle.
Ground finer and finer
Beneath the pressure
Forming liquid with the dew
Cool darkness had drenched them in.

I've been howling during the day
Slicing the serene innocence of songbirds play.

Expelled from my lung the repeating madness
Of the harlequin hand that demands
The openness of my thighs
To jolt me
With feels that
WREAK HAVOC
ALL
OF
THE
TIME

And still I will dream
of wolves and serpents
Bear claws dug into my wrists surface.