I Can Almost Taste You

A poem I wrote durring my first stimt in the psych hospital. Mildly erotic.

I thought once my pieces were scattered

In the eastern winds the sun

Would never melt me back together. Now

I exist in heat. Turning back I

find my lonely skin heading for higher ground.

I look up at your towering façade and blow

Another bubble to stop my mouth watering.

I can almost taste you.