MUD SHOES

 

I saw myself surrounded, enshrouded in an alpine glacial pond, encompassed by boulder cliffs and suffocatted trees, grasping through narrow lungs, desiring the nicotine heat of your presence to fill frozen, impotent blood

 

And I felt you soaring, up high slick sheer cliffs, an eagle nesting in gold sun-- untouchable, addictive. I want your warmth down wing wrapped radiant round my bump frozen arms and the humming bird energy of a you induced euphoria boiling through iced veins.

 

I tried to fly--how hard I'd try by weary mud shoes suck my soul exhasted. I grapple for your supple golden skin and am left with noose constricted breath hanging me to the frigid crust shore.

 

Still yearning for your steamy vaporous attention, I brew wax wings with coarse vulture hair, I strip mud shoes. I strech my wrinkled rope scared neck, then breath deep for the soft heat of your stare, And yet, knowing that Icarus plummeted from such heat,

still, I beat my savage wings.