Syncopation Salivates


Had tasted the dust 
once consumed with exuberance, 
and brought sweet delight to fruition 
in a few tasteful words. 

Cannot grasp the desire, 
as the reflections cast out 
speak with resonance 
through well-shouldered epiphanies. 

Expansion of the heat source in my soul, 
oh rebel wit and scoffed remorse
words toyed and hunted 
with a certain ballsy sunshine; 
nudging me closer to the edge 
of sexual tension, 
towards the dance that called me out. 

Heavy momentum towards
new freedom that could seek such hopes. 

Enthused.