I'm so relaxed.
There's nothing I need.
My senses awake;
My hunger asleep.
Shanti, shanti, shanti—
Trees, birds, sky.
A shoot could grow from between my toes
And drink from beneath my eyes.
To think, I used to
Want to cum—
To hammer at flesh, lose my
Breath, fall numb.
When now I love simply
Building this churning ball,
Seeing how high I can swell my
Heart, before I fall:
I claw my skin;
I caress and trace
My tingling
stomach,
My exhaling
face;
I gasp through
my fingers,
Wipe smooth my sweat,
Then throat-moan
a rumble through my
Ballooned belly/chest—
To collapse, all spent;
To awake, all peace;
To feel all here.
Where desire
has ceased.
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