Inside the creamy texture of your life
I lie dying to dive in the diluted and
Cut through it so sharp
That I vanish taking my scent along
Sometimes all I want to be is a fish
But your nets catch on my fantasies,
Pulling me up so harshly
That the air wrings my water from me
When the autumn’s silence captures my mind
And I sway in the trance of the singing birds
Your claps and snaps break my bubble
Forcing me to join the crowd
I need not be made
A slave to your recurring anxiety,
Another stupefied fool of your assemblage or
Another dish of your sullen pantry.
Let me, oh just let me run
Know that I’d love you still
In my sun-kissed sweating skin
In the soreness of my pulsating whim
I long to taste water on my overly sweetened tongue
