e e cummings helps my brain flow languidly
around thoughts and ideas that burn beneath my skin & freeze thoughts in my mind
in the time it takes my breath
to hitch
my teeth find my bottom lip
and my thighs gasp
i sink into myself anew, and i feel at home
in my empty hall of vein and sinew
the din of solitude reverberates in my throat with each labourious breath
echoing through me
outside of me
even vibrations dissipate in me
i consume your joy
i absorb your sound
i weep as i tremble into my own loving arms
knowing that it would be nigh impossible to love
as i love me
evolutionofcassielou 