need to feel.

Remember me in diamonds when the sun rises
Suffocate me; wake me from the yellow stinking fog
Release me to the wet, salty night
I know there are others at my door
In need of you and the orange
Flowers you press coolly into our palms
But rid me of this breath for a whim
Shiver through me in the blackblue night

A burning desert reduced to pools of mudslime;
A moon bathing my pepper skin in soft flames
Cubed rocks, iron locks, a garbage heap warning,
"Soul under construction. Do not enter."