Inhale infiltrates nose, head, lungs, blood
This body, my home
Height at apex
Mouth more mute
I have met peace;
I meet you with love
Here I Am.
Ambient, psychedelic trance bubbles, pokes, taps, glides my auditory canals; soothes, harmonizes, enchants, strings.
Hear it caressing my mind. Toes curl and stretch wide.
Air in motion: by music, by rotating fan.
I write while on my tummy. Chin resting on left knuckle. Knees bent, feet crossed at ankle…
Cameron, to my left. We are on our air mattress. He dozes, lays supine, legs wide, chest steadily rises then exhales. That breath, so urgent, vital. The blood in his veins, muscles; may it be well. His lungs, his health.
He rests after a sacred union of souls, of lovers.
I would not want for Cameron to be out of my life.
x x x
Writing of the love felt for Cam, I embarked upon descent to dreamland by curling into him, arm and leg around; nose near scrumptious, spicy body odor. Eyes closed, psychedelic visions danced and spun with the music. Too good to interrupt.
Why do you demonize this place of 1,000 graces?
The strings which tug at me
to lay low and weep
are product of your ominous
I’ve not been known to fear.
Are you trying to teach me how?
I do not wish to see the horrors you manifest.
Orally emit omnipresent opinion.
Concepts quickly surpassed
Yet, in my thoughts, they last.
Why does this disappoint?
That which follows patterns of the past.
Why am I unsettled by repetition of the past?
I should have expectations under wraps.
This disheartening eve appears indifferent from the last.
This place hugs me,
makes me crooked.
The satisfied full, subtly redirected
Bursts beyond the bubble.
This ambitious mind finds ease amidst
-Feels peace at discomfort.
Have you ever noticed the dis-ease
That’s brought about
When all seems suspiciously too sublime,
[12.31.15; driving from Atlanta, GA to Eureka, CA]
I don’t care,
So why do you?
Tugged, swirled, influenced
By the goddess of love and the gods of war.
They tug, caress, play, and nip at the hairs on your body.
Do not be afraid.
The horripilating hairs harnessed to your humanity,
Plunged within penetralia.
Suck it down, bottles up
Whether goblet, chalice, cup
Feeding fateful fantasy
Be it potion, placebo, or poison
The consumer will be changed
The metamorphoses continues
31 December 2015, driving with my Love, from Georgia to California (USA). Voice memo to word format.