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Answer's Questions and Live wired connections in a Trip that's Always Beginning
She wasn’t like the others,
A raindrop that sparked a lightning bolt
Raging fire in the form of flesh
The excitement of all that’s ever lived
Awakening in her final breath
The Dead weight of my sleeping eyes was no match
For the waking pressure that shot them open
Like a leaping spring in revolt.
I sat up in the frost covered grass that grew along a bed of sand. My clothes were soaked with the morning’s dew.
For some reason I really didn’t seem to care.
I lifted my eyes up from the murky waters of the mud bay.
Low riding fog was gliding just above the water’s surface. It crawled its way over the sand and into the grass where it then consumed my body’s lower half.
Glued to the moment by a hypnotic adhesive
Intoxicated by the moment,
Lost in its course,
I remained motionless
The stars burnt our backs like the hot embers of cigarettes branding skin as we toppled each other over into the dirt. We were just frantic children with sugar in our stomachs, gorging on each other’s lust. I ran my tongue over her chest, down to her naval. My saliva washed the tiger stripes from her torso. She grabbed me by the hair and squeezed my throat with her talons.
Lost in my ways
Searching for a phantom
My mind couldn’t digest
The inhuman hunger that she left me with
Running only on the intoxication of memory
My feet didn’t stop moving
Until I smelled her pheromones
That wrapped around her unique sounds,
Brushing through the forest
My headstrong courage crumbled under her confidence
I was a buck
With my hooves planted on the harsh asphalt
Starting pridefully into a truckers high beams
That was me,
Curled up fetal,
A dying lotus in the mouth of a dragon
© 2015 Skyler DeCristoforo