Raw living.

the expression of you,

lover

is bitten with wonder
and suddenly,
I hear songs that are made of dance
like how grown men want to
and they blush
a blush so rosy

I taste birthday cakes
and shot glasses that tinkle
with hundreds and thousands

the floor, speckled
with the tremble of my excitement
walks like a lake of nails
ripped from my own finger tips
and turned into a powder crushed beneath me

swept you
in currents like the water of my heart

no more
she said
you must surface now

can you float?
there is air here

hush,

let your little ear talk
because we all know
what comes will

go

but never this
which is the core...
the heart, yours
will know when you are alone
though always alone
and smile at such a simplicity

(all I must say is 
forget perfection)

move
feel
action
grasp

dance with this

welcome to your first day of living
surreal as it is real
this is yours to create.