AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

Lost in a circle of feminine...
Dripping spit to shaking my head like a cartoon character...
Fast like my face doesn't exist...
Did I do that!?
Did I just say that?

Sitting in a classroom filled with energy that escapes my integritty...

I just want to taste the cream on the cake... but.

thoughts settle in into what I live...

I cannot taste...
the thoughts must be enough...

The feelings won't vanish...

The sites don't cease.

The intelligence splashes my imagination fills...

My poor imagination cannot take the overkill.

I sit up and focus.

I inhale and exhale.

I let my mind zoom into what I should be focused on...

I realize I am lost in a sea of beauty curling... like waves at the ocean in the morning before they arrive.

They are not here to walk their dogs.

I play in the water to release my week.

I dive back in and still I think...

If only I could lick the cream.
If only I could shift my theme.
If only I could have one night.
The smiles encourage but I don't dare.

In just one moment this all flashed by.
In just one breath.
In just one sigh.

A smile that lingers in my heart is greater...
I have to pause these thought for later.

But then... what will be?

For now I zero in on me.

No cream or cake or tastes or nibbles...
Just air to fill my lungs.
No kibble,
just bits.

I wipe my mouth and let it go.