images are splashing like paint inside me
staining the walls of my imagination
like a Pollack

i am caged by it
and the colors all on top of each other take me on
black and red, aqua and long drips of yellow
i sweat from their heat
my skin sizzling from the touch of an absent red hot hand
but still i bake in it
i am tormented by it
and i am naked to it
that is what it is
skinlessness
shishkebob
tender meat broiling
dripping and eager for more
hoping you will braise me in your fresh scent
and serve your appetite

i will stretch from your words
become a statue to your eyes
and a squirrel to your wrath