Re-awakening

 

Oh my god how the flowers were green that winter -

The winter that I forgot to erase my past.

It was a time when envy and orgasms bloomed again

Hungry for a year when they were allowed back.

They wanted to touch you

And swallow whole your greenish eyes

As if they were an immediate passage

To magic.

 

I could see them in my bed

An ocean of skin in a convenient wave

That my hand could hold

And his hand could understand

Warm and huge -

A maple island of comfort.

The touch of eyes and hair and skin were doomed.

Yet even in the hours of nightmares -

All I wanted was you.