Wonderland of the Surreal
 
A whimper for existence,

the fundamental 

micro biology of touch.

The action of love, 

more than the lifeless words

killing the innocent, 

the child’s faith

un-met.

A gift to heavenly bodies -

give, reach out 

receive, open up 

be keen, but tender,

be ready and surrender;

no, 

un-willing.

Exposed,

bare skin, 

anticipating a moment

eager, 

to feel the pressure,

the sensation,

the connection,

but still find me dead

unyielding to flesh, 

blood

breath,

warm tenderness;

unable.

The resistance, the fight

then the shift,

in the moment 

a single caress, not the first, 

or the last 

somewhere between 

the alpha and omega.

Let go, 

fall 

into a sensual abyss

a wonderland of the surreal 

through shifting dimensions,

kaleidoscopic,

scary/exciting,

unreal.

No up or down 

inside, outside, 

carried by a fast flowing river

so far from the easily known

plastic static, the mundane.

Slipping past the snoring knight protector

in his dull unreflective armour,

so keen to prove his worth

zzzzzzz,

un aware…

now I’m aware.

Fingers burn through ice

a passionate call for renunciation

a laying down of arms

to a salty balmy breeze,

yes I feel you, 

whispering 

in my ear, around my neck.

An exalted equatorial sun,

yes I feel you, 

bouncing

between my toes, infra-red feet.

Raindrops tumble like tears,

yes I feel you, 

strumming

a base lumbar rhythm, then across my cheeks.

A whimper for existence,

the fundamental 

micro biology of touch.

The action of love, 

more than the lifeless words

killing the innocent. 

Now the child’s faith

is met.


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