If people remembered the same, they would not be different people.
dig me into the dirt with your weight, soft soil of earth to the threads of skin, sinews of a new youth, uncouth in the desire, delicate in the conduct, heady and lulled out of quiescence, tempest in the gloaming, but a charge like carpet feet in the dark, under the falls a shock like quick heartbeats and skin-spark, tumultuous and tender, spread open, sweet surrender, a thirst and deeper hunger, drink up, drink up.
and in a whirlwind, i'm smitten, oh, woah! and a strong blow, but it's refreshing like water in a heatstroke, fresh droplets to the sultry sun, self-aware in and out, not to perfection, but who is? at least not yet, or anytime soon, but i'm trying, guidance is nice, or to pair-up, or well-wishes, dirty dishes left in the sink just soak, and it ain't no joke, so i try to clean as soon as i eat, but sometimes my body drags my soul around it's feet, and then i lift upwards in a soft embrace, of the universe, to get lost in myself, or ourselves, allselves, a gift of themselves? oh, but i am with me too often, we are all from the same sun, stars, speck and singularity, love is all existing, always, from one spot to ever ending always outwards, touch, holy sacred fire of the flesh, and it is left to whet, oh, i'm ready to be awakened!
