Something Prickles Your Feet

Something prickles my feet

I feel the acupuncture underneath

I move and feel lines of ribbed harmony

Tracing down my foot.

My neck becomes a mountain range

Hairs stand like trees in a forest.

From the nerves in my dermis

My brain receives signals

My hoofs feel the threading

Of ants searching up and down

The ribbed terrain

Of my twinkle toes

One piercing in front of the other

They trod to and fro

Ambulatory in a jungle of skin

There are 100 receptors in each fingertip

And all I feel is the slip, nip, sting and prick

The puncture each pace leaves behind.

I push a daisy

Close my eyes

The grass feels nice.


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Flounce

Elated by your presence, I flounce clumsily towards your inviting arms. I love the way you smell and the way are the truly single most amazing person I have had the honor of encountering. You are sweet, lovely and strong. As I lay on top of your bare skin, I feel warmth that scrawls from deep beneath your soul and detains the raving self that is within me. You are complete, you are everything. You are mine. Alas, the informed scientist found the frustrated writer; we will conquer the world and live happily ever after.