The Night's Deep, Unquenched Thirst

[wilbjammin]

morning sounds
rustle like churchbells
deep within my brain

the red lights
from silent nights
turn loud and flicker neon

it is too easy to tell
the color of skin
fresh from hot showers

a blushed face
wired awake but dreamy
igniting tiny gentle ripples

where was I then
swimming against the tide
asking for things forsaken?

and now life, too familiar
feels like skin untouched
dampened with foreign oils

the exotic esoteric
unnamed riddles and pieces
blithe desires stay unspoken

"what do I want?" you ask
every scent left untasted
every inch unseen unmapped

and every line I've heard before
that makes my hands grasp tighter
and the heart pump harder

every linear passage untraced
unchartered tempest waters
unmasked and unaltered

the waters are naked tonight
bathing in starlight reflections

the lights dance in small wakes
awake in midnight visions

as I dive in the warmth grabs me
stretches skin softly slowly

firmly grasps my neck slipping me down
to the source of the sea

finally, in the darkest depths
warmth radiates through my body

my mouth drinks in the whole sea
the lights and the flittering ripples

and slowly breathes it out
granting a deep sigh

a gasp twitching along the ocean's floor

then a new peace
absorbing the midnight spheres
remitting them
across the deep endless night

softer than before
but larger
rippling in concordance
with the breath
of the universe

a small breath of life
for too long untaken