Hands claw at the seams of my body
Trying to show the colour from the inside
Out-pour of everything that is within.
The vibrations spread as the energy is kept deep down.
The itch in my mouth and the tingle across my skin
Let me show you how this feels.

Let us lay down in the grass and
Feel each strand touch.
Let us stand on the shore and
Have the cool water wash.
Let us scream in the middle of the forest
Where no one can hear.
Feel this with me or I will lose you forever.

We are made of the same as the
Surface of the sun;
we too can burn, burn, burn.
But so many live tepidily,
timidly without the desire to gasp
each taste, touch, time and
Risk their own perfection.

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