Long, strong fingers fold round the palm of my frail hands, gently engulfed, while the kindest eyes took in my words, as if I matter in this disconnected world.
I couldn’t resist, I let my frigid heart beat heat with his words. A soft tone succulent, vibrates vibrant bubbles to burst in me, almost orgasmic!
Fetal position at the bottom of a basket hanging by strings beneath a rainbow balloon full of hot air floating adrift up, UP
UP and AWAY
I want to stay high! In fact, I want the fire to blow me higher!!!
I know fantasy doesn’t last, but the only time I feel my heart beat is kissing a moment past.
Awe tastes like coffee,
steamy-hot ‘n’ smoothe
as I swallow a good gulp
Awe slips down the throat,
and with a pump to the gut
rumbling the insides up,
giving a swift kick of giddy
A rocket to the flaccid brain.
Awe is trigger addictive
to someone like me,
turning darkness to light,
I drink morning to night.
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