If I close my eyes and concentrate
If I dwell in the rush of my blood
I can see it feel it taste it hear it scream it
I remember the wonder of it all
the magic like the genie in a bottle
there is a laughing glimmer in that vial
a gleam like the spark of mischief in a child’s eye
the promise of beauty of passion of oblivion
it makes the long journey form its shining silver sheath
its pristine cold metal penetrating my warm soft body
embracing me with all the power and warmth
of a long lost lover’s arms
whispering sweet gushing nothings with every pulse
and my body is melting like ice in an oven
everything is falling away

© Crystal S. McDonald.