$CLOUT Poetry - A Feast of Frenzy
A poem about that feeling… you know the one I’m talking about.
This feeling has come again
Hearts’ head bopping to a silent beat
Against my ribcage walls
Vibrating along in sync
Fixed to a constant loop
Thanking me for being woken up
By a fit of giggles and contractions
That swelled up from my stomach
But not carried by any acid
There's not enough blood nor oxygen
Only euphoria and internal confusion
My sensory nerves are not happy
But I am ecstatic
Even if it were an apple chunk of poison pleasure
I wouldn’t dare spit it out
Just swallow it back
Lapping down its red pain
Now melding into my own pink pleasure
It would taste like my favourite full-fat ice cream
Like the moon after being kissed goodnight
Like the first honey bees’ harvest
Oh how I have missed this
Not that I need this
But I welcome it back inside
With an open front door
And a banquet on my body
This, my feast of frenzy.
© Rambling Rose, 2021. All rights reserved.
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