I already don’t know the time.

Oh what a life, to cry out for caresses and for wounds. 
What might that be like? 
I already know.
My heart is full of wounds.  
So very full of wounds.  
Death, grief, sorrow, pain, shame, guilt.
The caresses arrive when I yield to the desires of the wounds.  
Yield to the desires of the wounds.
F*ck.  That is really what I am meant for. 
Yield to them.
Be taken by them.
Filled with them.
Then the caresses come.
Sweet, wet, soft, sneaky.
They make me want to be deeply loved until I don’t know today from tomorrow or last year.  
I already don’t know the time.

It manifested in my dance
I moved as if to dodge emotions
Like one does in dodgeball
Then 
I
Paused
What if
What if I ran into the emotions instead
Like one loses in dodgeball
Only here I won
Rage  Bam
Anger  Bam
Fear  Bam
Sadness  Bam
Humor  Bam
Am I laughing right now
I am laughing
Joy  Bam
Delight  Bam
There are tears in my eye
Sweet, Soft, Wet, Sneaky
They make me want to be deeply loved until I don’t know today from tomorrow or last year.
I already don’t know the time.

Thank you Universe.  More Please.
Go, make magic.
I love you,

Jen