$CLOUT Poetry - A Feast of Frenzy

ramblingrose

A poem about that feeling… you know the one I’m talking about.

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This feeling has come again

Hearts’ head bopping to a silent beat
Against my ribcage walls

Vibrating along in sync
Fixed to a constant loop

Thanking me for being woken up
By a fit of giggles and contractions

That swelled up from my stomach
But not carried by any acid

There's not enough blood nor oxygen
Only euphoria and internal confusion

My sensory nerves are not happy
But I am ecstatic

Even if it were an apple chunk of poison pleasure
I wouldn’t dare spit it out

Just swallow it back
Lapping down its red pain

Now melding into my own pink pleasure
It would taste like my favourite full-fat ice cream

Like the moon after being kissed goodnight
Like the first honey bees’ harvest

Oh how I have missed this
Not that I need this

But I welcome it back inside
With an open front door

And a banquet on my body
This, my feast of frenzy.


© Rambling Rose, 2021. All rights reserved.

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