cementing foundations give rise to contortion. being stretched and pulled by delightful challenges. teetering between tipping. points of fulfillment. over done. and never enough. tetrising the ideal way to make all the best bits fit. to find serenity. balance. in the center. where compromising calmness reigns against the chaos. flexibility the greatest ally. and a strong core leads to heightened enlightenment.
come on spring. i’m sick of your colder cousin. you and i have way more fun. we can shed our winter layers. opt for pops of pastels. and conquer the fertile forest. we’ll run around as warmth warriors. spreading your name. and pause to smell all the wild freshness you cater at sundown parties. you are approaching. and i can’t wait.
deep within an overgrown garden. lies a thirsty soul. on the prowl. shadow stalking spring. camouflaged in euphoric fullness of the budding blossoms stemming forth. sights set to pounce. the huntress. consumed with unrelenting hunger for more. more endorphins. more sunshine. hopeful for the continuance of happy highs of now. that will emerge from unaware future prey. she intends to devour.
i am flesh and vulnerable. energetic and strong. a moving form. of expression. shaped by my past. but carving new futures. more than the curves society glaringly points towards. demands. tries to box into boring categories. i am so many things. yet not definable. i am female. but more than gender. than qualifying labels. i am human. an individual. a me.
mr. flu. you are a lover of the worst kind. you come on strong. steamy. but i regret our meeting every moment we are together. ignoring my overt efforts to expel. you cling. with each congested exhale i curse your name. exhausted from our tryst. i thank you for the bouquet of tossed tissues. but it’s time for you to go.