just right.

dry on my left.
and red on my right.

it's exactly what they said it wouldn't be.

you're just like a favorite pair of pants.
you seem to fit in all the right places.

snug around the middle.

i'll never take you off.

heat wayVe

sleepy sensations
send me to cactus plantations.

the heat drying out my lips.

an agave plant tripling in size.

maybe it's the drugs,
or the sun,
or the fact i'm dreaming.

what drugs ?

butterfly cage

the moisture goes unnoticed by this mask of a human being.
it glistens and rolls into the small crevice between the ego and the butterfly cage that has been in hibernation, slowly awakening the fluttering of awareness and defense.
the smallest wrinkle reminding me i'm not invincible.
i swat away the feeling to realize i have scared away much more.
the tear dried and unmarked.
i have not forgotten.