Wandering
wondering
different
lost in an apocalyptic
herd
collecting reminders
life...alive
temperature warm
blood
heart flows
love heals, changes
the world
one drop
trickles...ripples
touching many
feeling change
changing me
let them see
take my hand
species
41
become
I dream
keep changing my clothes
I need not these clothes
nor this skin
only your touch
from within
remove the curtains
from the windows
that these eyes not see again
but let you flood me
with birth
that which is created
labor pains
heavy rains
let the paint taste the painter
brush strokes
I speak too much
open up and say, nothing
...feel me