it's all just a chemical feeling

through a series 

of bad behaviors

I convinced  

that I’m a wave 

on the sand

but I can be 

kept when I 

want to be

I just don’t want 

to be kept where I’m 

straining to block 

the lightbulb

I am not 

the lampshade 

I am an open 

skylight with 

the moon shone

directly down in

imagine: tension 

dropped and soothed 

my anxiety about 

what it means 

to be concerned

(while on mdma) 

about being single

I am horse mane 

in the wind 

type of honest

and the coins 

of my hand holding 

efforts and kissing 

offerings and shape 

of my body

all slot in easily

my health is assumed

in a clearing 

in the forest made

into a dance floor 

i watched my friends

who are a 

series of couples

embrace draped 

with each other 

and stepping certainly 

in a shared 

knowing about love