Bipolar I

delicate words
dance across pages
of intrinsic desire
scattering seeds
so infinitely touched
by the madness of a lifetime

Sexuality

tingling taste buds
I drank in sexuality
and spit out potency
along a curved connection
of wet skin akin

Apple Cider

warm sugar dances on my tongue
a delicacy in consciousness
pregnant with September's blossom
I taste the finality of summer's sweet embrace