What spring does to the cherry trees by marias
All around me there is sound, a rushing, a wall of noise that glues up my ears and clouds my mind. I cant focus, I cant think. My eyes see but don't translate what is in front of me. Its all alien and unsure.
Im waiting. Im waiting for something that I do not know, I am longing for a difference to be made. Im in this world and unable to be a part of it, my skin itches, inflamed as though allergic to life itself. I am the only solid in a churning sea of liquid.
I am in the midst of not knowing where I am, and he takes my hand from behind me, pulling in close. At once the noise and the mess drops away into oblivion, everything falls into clarity. He is a cool shadow falling across my burning flesh, soothing the irritation of life like water trickling over hissing lava, fluid cancelling out the rough.
I get this overwheming sense of closeness, and I feel his moist breath against my cheek. I hear him breathe in.
"I want to do with you what spring does to the cherry trees"
And I blossom.