Summer Trip

In the country summer With no reservations of the mind No opposition to the new All gems and melodic trauma bereft of me A few drops of divination to pass my lips And conceive my warped notions And I couldn't ever recount the night's revelations had in the Length of the lifetime that had unfolded While the sun was asleep All I remember A vintage black velvet glove on my left hand, a matching black scrunchy Divine tones of golden rod, sweet honey; violent, vibrant reds bleeding, exhausting and dazzling me Throughout splashes of laguna Faded, warm-hued denim, wet and heavy After I jumped in the pool Pearly drops of dawn's dew, earth breathing clouds of steam intertwined throughout thickets of fog in a prehistoric sky Slate beige, warm gray concrete and even lilacs, discrete lavender accents An ocean of discovery and yet still more Unpredicted exposition in youth Infantile inquisition crashed, ricocheted off of a canvas of nerves Tracheal resonance Halt, satiate, release As invisible hands swept the length of my arms and legs in synchronicity And souls shot through my legs and feet Forceful, opportunistic Leaving me with only questions and Sensory And now I feel I've always been here.