prayer 4 existence

1. 

i want a kiss at the center of my throat

perfect plastic dissolved into mess

i want to forget about this

the hands stroking the back of my neck

are my own, instructed by spirit

to do so, so i won’t die

you lie in bed, lover next to you,

where is your head

& how much throbbing?

dress, you sobbing thing,

taken off and overridden

wrought with weep and sweat

a potion for the ocean, 

for the ‘great unknown'

for many fluid things

if you were born here,

you might die somewhere else

if you want to live,

you might give it

more of a chance

2.

first danse,

return to being:

you are alive

second danse,

return to seeing:

you are real

third danse:

honor what you’re doing

you're a dancer

forth danse:

interdimensional support

u are worthy of amazing care

there is nowhere else to go,

but through this web,

the web holds you

not like spider food

like drops of dew

like stardust kissing 

cosmic soil

kissing earth

blinking into itself

& shuddering onto our faces