O sweet bean!

Large, two milks, no sugar,
Dearest, you are sweet enough for me!
Its a waiting game,
But I have no patience.

Scald my pink tongue,
And redden my snatching fingers.

O sweet bean!
Swaddled with mother's love,
Cocooned in Colombian groves,
(or so I like to think).

You were probably freeze-dried in Dudley.

escitalopram dreams

My mind is already traipsing
Deep

Deeper

Into
The lush undergrowth

The burning shore and azure water there ahead
I step lightly, swiftly, wanting

To feel hot dew balls of sweat on my scarlet skin
To feel free and alive inside
As I sweep through the baking heat.

Quickly, Go!
This place is killing me.

My heart slows
Down, Down, Down
If I don’t run I’ll turn to stone

I fear I’ll never leave this place
A monolith to failure
A statue in an empty room

Vines will wrap their clawing tendrils
Once, Twice
'Round.

Like Medusa’s serpents, imprison me:
Like a forgotten ruin, coddle me,
And suffocate this dream of mine.