by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
a lurch and pound
though sitting still
a roller coaster without thrill
stagnant emotions look to spill
I look around me
Your touch strong fingers cradle flesh
my essence softly You guide threshed
by nature, illness day enmeshed
swarms beat me soundly
the dreading wait for break return
the swift and steady acid burn
the more I tense the less I learn
darkness surrounds the
thoughts I can't run away from stink
I swim so frantic not to sink
then You grip through my fingers link
I stop my foundering
the evil will not dissipate
until my heart excruciate
and You remove from my weak pate
and place resounding
a joy unfathomable sweet
perfume and flavor gladsome meet
accompanied by paraclete
ecstasy sounding