day breaks
and so does my
back

in a way
unlike that of
movement

making love
awkwardly to
myself through

all my senses
(The taste of tea
A hot shower

Smokey aromas
The sight of it all
No one to touch)

an attempt to
Wake up
From dreamscapes

Recently deceased
and to satisfy the naturally
primal

heart beating
***** rhythm  
   the sirens are
at play

ocean sounds
Motorcycle purrs  
As the sky
   Selflessly brightens