The Feeling of ImplodingYou are the feeling I get
When I close a book and
Wake up early the next morning
You are the feeling I get when I
Am driving to work and wanting
To blow though the red light to
End up in another town.
You are the feeling of salt water and sand.
The familiar friction that is a constant reminder
Of who I am
And who I want to forget.
And when you touch me
I am the feeling of power
Embodied in the structure of a snail.