Field of white honey sticks to the bottom of my feet as I step through lavender mist and sparkling petals

The black face with glowing eyes holds my hand when we cross a waterfall and I can hear their breath quicken to the tune of the running water

A familiar place, a longing face stares through me and brings bliss back into my brief life

They killed my ego and resurrected me

And they sang me a lullaby of hope

So I made a run for it

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The pads on my feet stick to the ground like a mouse on an expired cheese trap

Eventual and predicted

Through wide mountains and deep rivers, I feel their pulse on my palms like

Liquid gold, magma

Our blood

It runs through the valley, scorching the flesh of this paradise

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One narrow intimate hole remains unscathed

Climbing down with sweaty thumbs and toes dipped in golden sugar, the humming of the caves could be heard from the other side of the universe

We enter through the belly button and press our ears close, maybe then I can hear another heartbeat

Vines wrap around me, holding me in place, maybe then I can hear a heartbeat that loves me

A giggle escapes the nonexistent lips with glowing teeth

Yellow carnations blossom on their temple

Plump and pale, the strawberries beneath my feet turn white, growing at my feet as I sink into the hypnotic breathing of this temple

The taste of their existence leaves my lips yearning for freedom

Maybe then the stickiness underneath my feet wouldn’t bother me so much