time waits for the fool to never rise

lulled by his slumbered prison of obligations.

not met, yet?

smiling at the wants and desires

as life squirms away, unapologetically.

laugher mixes with awe, mixes with truth

serums better not tasted, left aside, lest they hurt.

individuality makes boxes within boxes of commonality

rub the genie in the bottle, make a magic magick combination

looking back, back, the past becomes today’s fascination

unknown excitations

life exists, as if we lost something

oh fool, rise, rise, rise

let your bandages fall away

kiss your hurt and make it better.

KISS, always kisses upon your forehead

upon your eyes

upon your cheeks

upon your throat

upon your lips, licks, kisses,

kisses always.

copyright © 2004 sara coslett