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.