Exposed

Cracked blue bowl leaking my salty saviour

Blushing hot in this blue light that plays along my wrist

Daisies dancing along the rim of the eyeless pit

Sand flavoured soup wafts flesh in coils

Hugging my brain. Smoothing the cold crinkled mass.

Although ad hockery poured in china crockery

I am comforted by my psychedelic sensations of

A cold cottage on a dead hill, alone.

Exposed.

To the nerve of Mother Nature who spouts consistent liquid sunshine

So I lift the chalice to my lips and gulp downcast eyes and creased foreheads

Drizzling it down my bare throat, tugging at the skin

Pulling it down easily, like the cracked walls of Rome.

Leaving me utterly

Exposed.