the sound of one girl screaming

Inspiration

Inspiration

I like how inspiration overflows

in a mad cacophony of sensation. 

Compensation for all those days 

filled with black and white

and not a single thing that moves me.

The whole world goes through me sometimes

and doesn't leave a trace

or taste

or scar

or caught breath even. 

Life slows down at times like that, 

I'm wading in the quicksand

waiting for life to quicken

and awake any sleepy beast within me.

Do you ever dream of me?

Count stars?

Think that we could go far?

Do you ever get so inspired 

that you perspire ideas from your pores

that your wrist grows battered and sore

from the weight of the pen

brush

instrument

of your lust?

So inspired that you want

to do everything in one moment

breathe every sweet scent in one instant

make love to every lover

'til the story is done

and the mood has swung

and there's absolutely nothing left.

Tell me

explain

entertain

but refrain from judgement

because it's in my temperment

to be jealous

and angry

to push you onwards

further inside me

until you can't stand me

or even stand by me.

It's in my nature 

one of extremes 

to never be content 

with anything even slightly between

pure inspiration

and the fundamental sensation

that my art and my world 

are about to rock me

straight down to the foundation,

straight down to the core.

I want to be drowned

shaken

fed

bled

taken by your inspiration.

I want to succumb to your temptation

and become my art

so I may completely

but not quite so discreetly 

fill the canvas

with my soul.