ecstacy

electricity arcing in my brain, light flowing in through dark pools of eyes and exploding when my fingers, quivering, meet damp flesh and the sky.

late late nights, talk and skin and words to raise my blood. 8 lbs of muscles bathed in wine and cream, to fuel my steam, to feed my screams. ecstasy: social, solitary, coupled. uncoupled as the days have grown long and somehow, the nights also - when sleep becomes a comma between feverish, quivering days.

dancing close to bodies pressed. running through the bars, the streets, bestowing cool damp strawberries on strange night-walkers, and stranger friends.

i have a need. to be alive and exposed in the streets, in the water. to be folded into dark, damp human warmth with whispered comforts. to touch all who share my little world. to be alone, or almost. to speak.