I hear the lark, said Alice,
it sings in my ear like an
angel’s voice, brings me
pleasure in my darkest
hour, plays in my mind
like an echoing dream.
I see the morning sun,
its beams dance at my
feet, swirl around like a
child at play, my eyes
rejoice at the sight I see,
dread the thought of
blindness in some new
day’s gift, push away the
ideas as if they were flies,
push all away like one fulfilled.
I smell the lily’s scent, its
aroma brings me out in a
rash of joy, its smell invades
my nose like a vanquishing
army, opens me up to the
pleasures of smell, makes
me want to sniff forever,
drink in until my head swims,
my sleep recalls the aroma’s kiss.
I feel my lover’s fingers along
my flesh, sense his skin smooth
along mine like a skater on ice,
like one sliding across a polished
floor, the fingers caressing like
a butterfly’s touch, tickling to
laughter, fondling until my voice
says, ah, don’t stop, fill me up,
squeeze all on until the final drop.
I breathe the wind’s breath,
inhale the morning’s freshness,
the air of angel’s exhalation,
my lungs take in like a greedy
girl, sup in each particle as I
dance along, remembering now
the air of summer, the filling
of my lungs like a fish the water,
opening my lips in a happy song,
my voice singing across an open sea.
I ******* lover’s tongue touch
mine, feel the tongue and mine
in dance, lick and lick until the
pleasures erupt, the places engorge
and swell, I taste the saltiness
of my lover’s ***, the sweetness
of the heavenly hive, the tongue
swimming along my lover’s thigh
and arm and on and on, my taste
buds explode into a rainbow of
colours, my tongue feeling like
a snail’s flesh, moving and sensing
until my mind says, No more, no
more and I hear the waves of dark
depression surge in on my shore.