Move me.
I don’t much care how.
Just bring it on,
Like the red wine
Drips its slow molasses honeycoat
Over my windows of perception,
Resulting in a slow dance
With Time itself.
Or do it like
That girl across the room,
Who poured the magma
Through my eyes to light
The very flame
That licks my deepest recess.
Nudge me in the night
With the might of fifty steeds
Trampling through my dreams,
And play me like the grandest piano,
Tapping out your mystery
To an audience of everyone.
Or knock me down like Frazier,
But raise me up as the champ,
With nothing left in me but faith.