sylvia

Blue sea and helpless and bears and red heat the way my thighs would touch.  Palm touching and dark trees and wires of zeros and ones.  Talking to me in yeses and noes.  All racing yeses or hidden noes.  Visions and "can a person will one to another" brown cars and red cars and trucks and black shiny mopeds.  Paranoia and being listened too.  Habit habit habit habit "how many are in there?" but more "can we meet?". Have a meal with everyone's favorite dish.  Knuckles white reading, hidden feeling.  Striking like gold Running the rim of my pelvis.   Reading on the couch about...wanting,  delusions of mine, camels bellys with sand and nomads, and puppets and their masters.  Good mornings.  Pulling myself back, to make room.  Departed.  Gone first was me.