The blood curdles in my veins,
the romance in the garden is all the same.
Electricity flavours my bones.
I should’ve bathed by candlelight
rather than live like a drone.
These weary stars and fan-forced seas
Are a wreckage, pulsations
of sunkissed salty waters
that want to hustle,
into my knees,
bend with the moon
and dance like a tiger,
ravaging the afternoon
like the wilder beasts and hyenas,
like dazzling stars
breathing in the oasis of moments passed.
As the seasons envelope my excited skin
and the grass folds between my toes,
I show my candid scars.
Alight is my grin!
Effervescent, I seize the night
poised and ready to roll.
Watch my swagger, get ready, sit tight.