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.