high

Sleepy, high moments. The blur between reality and dreams. Love.

At first.
I know this all to be a form of meditation that I give myself into.

A form of radiation.
In the desert where the red people lay wait..
Lead us in the direction
I'll feel you.

Sleepy little boys, won't you play your song for a witch who just wants to write?

Play with me in a pumpkin patch. Wishing for summer.

You're my best friend. I'll tell you again.
Write it on your arm.
Lick between my legs.

Why do I remember most when I write,
How much I love you?
I would love to be in this form of hibernation forever.

Write, forever. Forever. There.
Blood pumping. Moist.
I know that I want to hold your body inside of me.
Your baby inside of me.
It would be something perfect.

Reviews

[MsJewel]

The passion you write of is quite powerful - as is this poem. There is a sweetness to it as well:
Your my best friend, write it on your arm and then the next line Lick between my legs - is such a surprise that it is quite effective. I really enjoyed reading this one - you have a unique writing style that is a pleasure to read.

:) Julie

[Eli Lane]

Thank you:) A huge smile just spread across my face. I try to keep my writing as raw and straight from my soul as possible and it's good to know that it isn't to weird to be enjoyed.