NOTHING BUT SOCKS

Double damn on the rocks

What's it like wearing nothing but socks ?

Actions devoid of cognitive connection

Born out of desire and desperation

The rushed examination

with none of the usual questions asked

Questions that normally lead to diagnosis

Questions overlooked in the reeling madness

of that sweet sinking feeling,

the first dip before flight

That delicious revealing,

The take off and delight

Unmindful of pressing emergency

Treatment administered in a frenzy

Knuckles white, clasped tight in a vice grip

Squeezing life from each fingertip

Sequentially and completely out of control

Leaving breathless the tangled soul

Double damn on the rocks

What's it like wearing nothing but socks ?

Gasping open mouthed for the absent air

Tongue tied and powerless with no time to spare

to think about leisurely engagement

with the contagious growth of impatience marking

Perspiration patterns on feverish foreheads

The ignored protests and discarded threads

taking hasty parabolic curves of exit 

while shadows dance in the present

Umbras obscured by blurred proximity

and definition lost in the haze of unity

welded in the heat of aggression 

And later, smoky wisps of latent explosion

punctuate the herbed air amidst quiet reflection

leaving behind nothing but a smile, worthwhile