Pleasures from patience
brought by the blueness of bliss
flutter favorly from
the green’s gentleness.
Upon the soul
such succulent sounds
satisfy,
while the sweet dew- the wine of tiny ants,
moistens my tense and parched skin.
As I lay on life,
my body conforms to the earth
with every bone and muscle bending with
the damp and rough soil below my body.
Powerful pleasure placates
my heart,
as critters delicately dance
across my bare skin.
Surreal senses swirl
Smoothly through my viens.
And visceral violent desire and delight
Devoured the moment.