Beast

Like:
we were very naked. there
was no way to clothe us. one
of these things was a hit:
stillness. restraint. the quiets.
it was like suddenly there were no
choices. tomorrow i'll be the great
nymph grace and length give back,
own space. but future becomes
redundant, perceiving more
in a monday moon. it is in this thrill
that i must relate. the third time
i've expelled the same solvents,
learning the art of the acheless whatever.
each sobriety is different,
we share some of the same high.
it could be the thirst i've been waiting to
open up and feed. frames we force behind,
this inevitable intimacy.
it makes all things believable
still we feel proud to be brave and approach
it. the winter holds over, we're not in sight,
we believe in it to reappear to us. We. no comfort.
oh, it envelopes! Beast of creation!
make a savage of me with acceptance!
i see everything! i see it all!