Prim

A sprinkle turns into heavy droplets
I do nothing to stop it from soaking into my bones.
My skin is cold…
                             …but the puddles feel incredible on my bare feet.
Each drop forms rings, disrupting the glassy surfaces
Each ring would expand forever if they let it.
Trapped by the edges…
Confined by our own normalitieis
Or what we’re told is proper.
But it takes a strong will to break the mold
And no, not all of you can do it.
I’m just a bystander who might jump in if asked.
My playful rhymes aren’t fooling anyone
The only fool here is me, I fear
But I’m loving every minute of my vivid fantasies
Torturous as they are.
Freefalling into the insanity
That is me loving you.

_Prim_
©JMD