there are times when the world insists on making meaning don’t turn this into an abstraction my hand down here between your legs covered with moss (I can almost feel your milky roots) watch my fingers as I touch you there is electricity can you see it watch me get on my knees this is the sky flowing out of your hips can you see it this is what gives (milk) to all of my hungers don’t stop let me make you flesh into blossom let me take you down into me like the rain
Like standing on the peak of a mountain range during a lightning storm with my eyes closed, I am sending myself as a beacon out to you. With blueberry tinted fingers you touch my face, soft as the sunset mist, and leave bruise colored echoes across my skin, I am running, skipping my body across the darkening soil like a stone, spinning my way past the orange fungi adorned trees after you, Can’t you feel the swirling hurricane of desire in my chest when we press close, the way my body settles like cooling lava around you when we intertwine, I cannot help but to be shaped by you.
All around us the auroras waltz and curtsy, the moss cloaked rocks pulsate with earth's breath, the lightning strikes. I open my eyes, and you are gone.
Maybe it was the hazy Sunday morning bliss or the cicadas screaming their annoying lullaby but I found myself drawn to the woods. Streams of blue and green water and muddy paths that lead me back to sanity every time I come through.
My past has kept me locked in city streets with too many people and too many memories. My present holds a sympathetic and nostalgic view for the things I love but also a craving for something vast and beyond.
As for my future if they ask me today I might just head to the woods and never leave. I’ll become one with the moss on the trees and the mushrooms in the ground. I’ll be the composure for the cicadas and the paint for the sunsets and sunrises.
Tonight we will dream of the right path to the New York life and the city dreams but tomorrow we’ll find the left path holds the cure to the soul in the trees.