Hallucinating you

In response to reading batailles language of flowers

Beautiful scent appears from the dark earth, to taste, as colour

Slips into language of my yoga body, cat-cow fits into you

Strange, cause you’re physically away, I must be hallucinating

A mushroom – sex and muscle, filth and perfume, growing

Into you, perhaps the mushroom could turn into you –

You and some whip-like toy, in lands ruled by faerie laws,

Where life’s perfectly eccentric, an oddity, blends a delicacy,

Body, pose sexual, mushroom into you, life’s riddle I wonder

How language, around my heart you hold, is nature, tripping