Calmness

It’s a cocoon- a drug

A soft-bellied snake that keeps me warm

And rasps affectionately against my black and white skin.

A thousand pinpricks of light from my widening pores

Soaking in the sex

The pacifying sensation of grass against my thigh

Wind above my eye

Lips against my lips?

I’m calm—

A hothouse flower- languid- gratuitous

Growing out of my palm.

Dipping it’s opiate roots deeper into my veins

A sweet kiss, really

Music buffering the air around

The nape of my neck vulnerable

To my lover’s breath.

Sweet, quiet, calm.

Calm- stimulation for overworked senses

A body breathes again at last

Shapely mound merging with each grass stem

Until

An ecstasy of earth.

All for calm- all in calmness.

Genevieve Perdue