Take Me Home

Lying there, motionless. Soaking in the seemingly eternal haze. The contradiction of the clarity in the fog, and yet truth. Everything with this exceptional vibrance and newness. The new beginning of the clearing, once everyone has forgotten the beauty of what they could not see. The object in focus is the world. Every leaf of its surrounding holds a new beauty and radiance that could not be present in this world. Just when the admiration could not extend any longer, there is another. The world races by in a collage of faces and agendas. Laying, cold, naked, and exposed. Come as you are and never turn back. Contentment even in the absence of purity. Love and the inner being. Out there for the world to dismiss. Welcome to the show. The cold dew of the morning grass rushes ecstasy. Unbearable heat and frigid cold in the same moment. Lying there as the world spins madly on. Looking further into the haze, there seems to be another. Lying there motionless. Soaking in the seemingly eternal haze. Gazes lock and icy hot fingertips trickle on the shivering spine. Sensual. Pacing panting breaths at the cold. This beautiful stranger and his warmth. The perfect temperature of equilibrium. Fog begins to settle and sunrise begins to caress ever so gently. The vibrance gone. The same as before, and yet still so changed. Will this beautiful white stranger leave with the ever-fading haze? Surely. With one fell swoop, the body is placed into his embrace. Who are you, but then again who am I? Fighting for control but beaten into submission, Take me down to the river. Carry me away from here. Cold and exposed to the world, but it is warm and sheltered together, dear. Come pick me up and take me home.

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