open, everytime i close my eyes.

[jocular1]

[come on hide your lovers, underneath the covers]

wet skin and smiles,
i'm sure - everytime i close my eyes-
i am warmed by so much more than the cloth
that dehydrates my senses.
i tingle due to fact
and fiction

my reality is free,
             is soul.

this fiction takes me to other places
where i can see blind and
talk is touch.

[this] fiction makes my reality true.

5 letter aftermath:

sparkling streets and
lines paved in gold
[express yourself]
this is the moment to hold onto
and capture because we can
and all we have to say  is that
the part is played well
in love and life.
my mind will no longer be clogged.
freedom vision.
my sight sees truth and wisdom surrounding skin
like frozen time and meaning.
*gaps between bridges and color sight.
we race by race;
we separate simultaneously .
consider consideration and
think thoughts of silent bonds
and conversation.
habits stick and they do fade
when we are content
and rid ourselves of our fascist burdens-
our fragmented despots.

>> something different, something pure to see for myself <<