It shoots out of my leg like
Leaves off a branch
before they're picked.
A white sheath of white rises up and then
falls away in pieces
like petals on a buckthorn tree.
Boredom.
And then a shiver of interest
In a thought or a pot
Of tea.
Discomfort quivers up
like a lazy tea leaf
opening in hot water.
The edge seeps out
diffuses into a mellow brew of unrest
that rivers through me
and then it builds again
bubbling over with the power on high and as it comes to the boil it could be
ecstasy
I am intoxicated.
