flight of the butterfly, rising free
Sing the most glorious song
Live in the place of bright praise
Taste the heavenly light
With joy, in divinity’s days
Black, black, black, black
The only colors I see
Until I close my eyes
Replay that last interaction
warm and salty
distinct, luscious flavor
on my tongue's tip
sated
but not yet complete
fingers
reaching in again
tasting
subtle sounds
as i swallow
remembering
explosions
longing
devouring
feeling of satisfaction
mmmmm
(i love microwave popcorn, yummy)