Jamacian

“Will you wait for me?”
“No.”
“but I’m scared”
But you’ll go alone.
Eyes don’t open.
Eyes can’t open.
Back dots in brown circles on white balls
And you shake it till it dies
Because it was never alive, anyway.
And why can you keep pushing and persisting
And I can’t get out of bed
And you’ll never stop
And I’ll never win
And I don’t even know the game we’re playing.
Assert: “you’re sensual”
Reply: “I like to feel”
“no black dots in brown circles on white balls for you-
You’re aware. Sensual”
“I like to feel.”
“and you can and you’re alive
Red, blue, orange swirl
Float on color.
Rough, smooth, silk, stone,
Rub your skin.”
“Did you know how much I love
A squirt of lemon on my tongue?
Jolt, jingle, refresh, awake.”
“And you can feel it all.” and she’s jealous
And he wanders into the night
To enjoy the touch and taste and smell and color of air.
And he smiles
And she’s jealous.