Intoxication With Past Life

Intoxication with past life – an ache and something yet unknown that weakens my once humble bones... Now structures fold in aspirations. Am I your dream? Awake or false? Who's knitted warm and fearless skin, without a freckle left within? Without remembrance, without sores so pale and transparent I lie... Transform till one of us expires... Till morning judges if we sinned, collecting one last thread to spin. It's something on your tongue that got the incense rubbed beneath my ears and conquered mind with lotus roots made petal imprints on my nails, it is the thought I've never thought, and heavy lines of future smeared from your mischievous ideas. You are the mistress of the wind, releasing me from stagnant earth, but still there is a thread so thin... The piece of bark to keep the scent.