I want to be within an avalanche

descending downhill

across giant mountains

where virgin snow is blessed

and speed and skill are mere benefits

before the kill and fear wipeout

fate to bury

me in the solid flora of growth

I want to be inside a 500hp engine

primed for rapid acceleration

pistons throbbing up and down

and the groin’s gearshift

is headed into brand new avenues

across uncharted territories

releasing its exhaust to a timeless motion

lucidly lubricated

for maximum depth of highway

within underground canals

I want to stand above a waterfall

suspended on a tree branch

perched above the misty mass of sunlight

where the rainbow shifts to my being

touching me on neither side

rather running upwards

I want to tell the child

where to go when darkness and madness

prevail over the spectrum

of our planetary panorama

into the refuge of imagination

housing the synapses of creative light

I want to dream in couplets

or parallel worlds

and be awakened by the voluptuous verse

of wet rhymes

satiated with the syntax of wild kisses

healed by the sweat of your touch