To Be or To Become...

To be or to become. Opening up to the chaos makes sense. Oceans know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie-Roll pop, and it isn't three. Clouds taste my cotton-candy-heart and spit it on the ground. Fleshy tentacles that hold nothing are hungry but happy. Running from the animal enough, will run into its mouth, feeling its tasty licks and tonsil tricks. Serpentine slurps softly singing "Down In The Valley". Build me a castle, forty feet high...so I can see her when she rides by...

To be or to become. Running my fingers down the spine of your back, I can feel your teeth moisten. I am murdered in my wake and nacromanced to life in my sleep. Made new like a fresh air sound to be taken in deep and held. Green planty leaflets sprout beneath my fingertips to break off into spiral staircases. Desperately in love with the negative of what can know. Let me melt on top of your tongue. Resolved to dissolve to revolve to unsolve to become to be.