It might be curls
it might be denying your manhood
like you had none.
I don't know.
It might be the troll I've become.
There are three
a triad
something I forgot
living to replay the same scene
ad nauseum
till remembered.
Looking at the purple mountainside
with the running paint snow
and the horses below.
We gathered up the sticks
burlap dresses
deer skin boots
love beneath a tree in the dewy grass
as the sun began to rise.
Warm satisfaction slid down my thigh
as I couldn't look away from your eyes
like I'd gathered myself in a ball
transported straight into your body.
no longer one but two
energy particles; my place in the air,
mixed with the energy particles
of your soft black hair
unable to pierce the inside
but mingling with the surface
your hands
your nails
the soft downy hair on your belly.
Was now an extension of me.
There was a storm
the rain fell hard
I gathered my things
and looked for you everywhere
a tree had fell
i went to look but could not
my feet were planted on the ground
and a ball of flame hit my chest
i couldn't swallow
in a heap
rain felt so good on my face
I was so hot.
like a chain link being broken
I began to regress
cells began to die
no more.
There is rain in the ceiling
where the spots bring water down
there's earth in the souls of my feet
daily reminded I'll never be there again.
But I don't even care
The end of euphoria
is either death or down
I am down
my tears flow too much
too far
my heart breaks
my soul.
(aside...should that be the energy in my cells?
something started me )
now
returns to the sun.
loop de looooooop.
Helium and Hydrogen magic H.
Come all of you heavy laden
into the arms of the sun.
and I will ease your burden
and send you out again as a ray of light.
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