Sunday, April 13, 2008

Maple syrup

I am floating in thick, oily air,
it feels like heated maple syrup.

I flip my body, and I sway my limbs,
like a fly caught in honey and vinegar.

I don’t know what’s up and what’s down,
I am swimming in a sea of hormones.

I feel you all around me,
wherever I turn, I can taste your skin.

It’s intoxicating, and I am fond of it.
I know there is no sweeter death.