pain as an object

to its lips it does pull
and from my bottom most corners
it has always stole
     my simple flattery and harbored delusions

takes them and fills in parts with summer winds
and
   feeble winter days(of endless white and gray)
                      with her touches
                                and sounds

my wants and desires

like streams of air
lingering over crab grass and dandelions
little ants all bathed in golden hues of summer light

my needs and fantasies

you and me
in a puddle of flesh
petting the softer parts of each others energies
rock and rolling like oceans in a dance of fluid, steam, and noise

it pulls to its lips
and leaves me bare

all my defenses are replaced with my weaknesses
   and i am stuck here on the ground
praying some stupid pill

   will finally kick in