Spurts of Red

In the mist of the Obvious
A blink of an Eye.
A spasm of Energy.
Spurts of Red, wings sprout,
Huge. Spine on Flames
Fire of Glee
Light of Mirth
the Soul, the Body
on a Flight of Ecstasy.

The Words flow through the wind
The mist smiled upon
They flow like Streams
of Chocolate, of Wine,
Captivating.

Height of plain fascination
for the Sky is High,
The mist is Low.
The World thrives on its Mist
I thrive on the Sunshine above.
Spurts of Red, from Me, around Me,
Wings take me to the heights unknown.

Alone.
In the raw emptiness
In the orgasmic freedom
Alone and Thankful
to be Alone.

New passion in the veins
I wake up in the mist
Mist speaks, I ignore,
But I Smile.

Spurts of Red on the pages
Speak of the World above
Speak of Me.
:)