Recreation

I can feel it on my snowy skin,
I can crush its ticklish fragile sense
Pouring through eyes, frozen lips,
Anxious fingers melting onto his porcelain face.
His selfish arm embraces my solitary elbow…
Odd soft touch imbued with wild instincts,
Beaming with rush and slow movement,
Benumbing my crisp back and euphoric toes.
Why, an icy sleet is banned by muddy fire,
World shut down with imposing glimpse,
Forefinger spinning rounds through sparks and arrows,
Knives wishful for more uniqueness,
Confused locks of hair releasing a last lack of air,
Lost body covered by its distinctive murming…
And through it all, flashing images of hard strawberries
and melting cream,
Sweetness , pleasure darkened by weird conscience,
Explosion of emotions, themes reaching an end,
Paralyzed bodies laying thoughtless against each other,
Questioned flash breathing heavily,
Green awareness and erratic voice,
White chair, eager vacant bowl,
Registered hour per registered soul.