Birthday like gray spring

Another cold gray April morning. 

Spring as tender as my mood. 

I feel better but might not ever feel good. 

I had never imagined I would be these many years old.

Yet still feel like being worshipped

White hot in his hands

My tongue in his ear

Erupting from the center of the earth 

I never turned any older again 

I would never be another one 

Beyond this moment

Beyond his skin.