Euphoria
A poem
I was once the stillest water pellucid, a mirror of silver, cotton-candy skies, and peace embodied in a child. I got lost out to sea got thrown around, nearly drowned, tumbled and turned upside down. I swam to survive, I was fighting but felt alive. So I became the chaos and learned to judge the fury of the moon. I gravitate to your undulating waves. They temper the most dissonant sound. They are quiet at first and then loud. The build-up and the crescendo devour me. I find myself reading into each and every reverberation. The crest roaring then breaking... The high keeps me... hooked. Can you feel my heart escalate? Hold me tight and don't let go. Squeeze me to make the pain unmistakeable. You can use my skin for all your conflicted friction. I was once the girl who pushed but now all I want is the pull. To catch the sweet inhale. Help my frothy lip to curl. Does your cool fetch really help the wave to ebb and flow? The tidal waves are rushing and then there's placidity for days. I'm longing for the oceanic wind's turbulence to kick up some glittering... dust. Madness feels most like home, but then I remember I am so weak I can't take the storm's aftermath, the dark murmuring, the inevitable crash. Why am I this way? Some things can't be known (in the mind) only felt (in the body). So I give in, I relent, I fucking break. I let go, and I ride the up and down of the tormented waves. With my eyes closed, I feel the enormous swell, I realize I can breathe and I need the euphoria of the rise and fall. Your salt-soaked words are quiet annihilations, sinking somewhere in the sand. Maybe they're assassinations on a home built entirely of rose-colored glass. You are so pleased, you have no excuse, no shadowy alibi. And at this particular time I cannot lie, I tell you, I love it and it sends shivers down my spine.
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Great words. “Pellucid” sent me to the dictionary.
Enjoyed your voice over! Sensual and powerful!