Wild Dream

Saturday, February 2, 2019

I slowly indulge

in the warm whispers

and tingling waves

that travel up and down

from around outside


Deep within

an impulse arises

bubbling my

cold red blood

and flesh


This boiling

dark hot lava

might gush out


I hold my breath

and open my eyes

as I feel a rhythm

carry on


This is a wild dream


A dream that is a buffer

full of acids and bases

working together

to resist change


A dream that offers

little dashes

of sweet and sour

of bitter and spice


A dream that is genderless

without bounds

one that produces

and embraces the

never been shattered