Codone

Back to the wall again.

Cigarette after cigarette,

pondering my intangible greatness.

Under the silver sheen of the moon,

where ghostly clouds drift by to my delight.

My limbs and appendages float in liquid bliss

And I realize this feeling is beauty personified.

My eyeballs roll into my head

as I shudder with orgasmic bliss,

where every breath brings uninhibited elation.

I beg the moment to stay

because this is how I always wanted to see things,

happening right in front of me in vibrant delirium.

Slipping further and further into myself,

withdrawing into the warm embrace of my flesh cave.

A lifeless body with a newborn mind.

Mouth gaped under this melting relaxation,

shallowly inhaling the sweet warm air.

Back to the wall where I can see everything.

The golden moon with its silver rays,

the delicate rustle of wind blown leaves

in the dead of bright midnight,

where there is no one but me,

and the delicate calm of the evening.