Prose
Prose to the image
of which i am in doubt
in pacific towns
Blue, wavy
Prose to the sound
Of the trickle
and numbness
sizzle, live
Prose to the touch
Touch, i feel -
no you don't,
touch me..
Prose to the taste
i need
eternal distress
flourish, imbibe
Prose to the smell
oh smell,
live and let live
pierce, overwhelm me
Prose to the man
combine, lose
love, experience
die, live again