Moments of Denial
I don't know where my body is.
My mind, I know for sure does not reside where my hollow shell
Lives and breaths.
My existence is rarely here.
Here, right this moment in time,
I find myself gone.
Realms, thoughts, faraway from my physical existence.
However, how valuable I find those present moments.
The weight of a breath how meaningless, but
Unfathomable that single breath is.
I lust and crave at times
the warmth and buzz
of an energy unlike my own.
How still those moments feel,
yet there is unseen restless motion
humming to a tune I can almost hear.
How selfish I am to spend timeless moments in one place
Oozing with a honey filled warmth
That tastes like the belly laughter of a child.
I could be flattened,
Squished between your toes,
And licked by a friendly beast searching for a home.
I say, I'm right here
I speak these sounds
That wiggle their way through my ribs
Wrapping around one or two before making their way out to you.
And I lie, I cheat.
I smash and jiggle these sounds until you believe it and
I believe it too.
Oriana is a poet from nowhere.