There’s a dirty kind of feeling,
A deeply driven repulsiveness
That sits somewhere between the throat
And the far back of the brain.
A moment that seems eternal,
Like a punishment for some sin,
Looking inward to an abyss
Of secretly sensitive yearning.
The reflection of something I cannot see
Knaws and separates myself from their company,
Dirty, deep and seemingly forever
Like the immortal voice of an angel that’s ugly.
Lay back in bed
With a sweet scent and sad song,
Breathe in a bit
And spend some time comfortably doing nothing.
Feel your every movement,
Let sensation overwhelm you
And forget about any other
You’re exactly you
Without the stress and complications,
Someone who could judge you
Without judging your disguises.
Would you find it nice
Or simply terrifying, maybe nothing
Even matters to you
When you get down to it,
But if you have the second
To spend focused on your senses
It can open up your person,
Let her shout it out a little.