OPHELIA

From the menu of Emotion I’d order Passion
in a heartbeat. It’s all I have the appetite for
these days, the flood of oxytocin, temporarily
electric— the body synonymous with fire.

I hunger for the flush of a real glow, any means
of carrying the blood back to my cheeks. I like
myself best when I’m set aflame, crucified by
magic. I thirst for touch, for squeezing ripe
fruit until it drips to my elbows, for a teenage
thrill with a regretful aftertaste. Fill me with
fury, test my temper, color me ecstatic again.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: