I’m jealous of the hard-core
free form
hot-wired epiphany
that’s coming your way
I want to listen as you sweet talk yourself
with all the strapless voices
sliding up the spirals of your revelation
I want to watch as you climb aboard yourself again
muscles bulging their hunger
for the full pulse of this thrust into ripeness
I want to smell the furnace of your determination
crackling and spitting its lust
for the unexplored shores of a crisp white thirst
I want to see you savor the taste of your sweat
as you straddle your impulse to create and destroy
wrestling yourself to the ground
laughing and snorting at the false faces of defeat
I want to be touched by this transformation, truth
in the texture of this divine leap into the lodestar of love
body and mind shimmering as they will
charged with the spark of an unshackled soul
rejoicing its burst into song again
and again and again
:)
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