speak to me of sunset rain.
you carry my limp body across the misty
mud.
sweet kiss;
soft kiss.
i become lost in the undulation of
ceiling fans.
hard kiss;
hot kiss.
flat screen televisions don’t flicker.
the snappy February air brings my
bony knees to my chest;
creamy raven leather cradles me.
it was once alive.
am i alive?

Élan Vital